Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck about you Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They took a shot...
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, what the I look like?
To put a cease and a desist on this that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe that my
be home till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in like a fair ball
Know you love to it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And that's if you ain't noticed
The loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the same
You did and the Bank open
When they the rap game was in a drought
I was in so much dope I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
to see me trip
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the shit is in front of your face
Like in between the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
whole shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I it through cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it
Don't make one of slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you internet
I'm spring loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin my knee in an old van like

A couple of screws ain't stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one proofin
Under the heat like I metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head to heavy metal music
I'm now home, thank god, 'Bama on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up with the mainstream up,
With the same team I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the up, like a change up
?With a pain drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to weezy pack up 50 pounds,
bay packin a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!