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 about you pussies? Not at all
Yela, how's it
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred
They a shot... Airball
You think I a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck 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 my kids
Won't be till Christmas
on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play like a fair
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But these rap tunes
Got the bitch in the back room a open mouth AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And that's if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great daddy named Otis
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game with the token
You did and the Bank open
they said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much dope I had to break my life out like

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
Just to see me
You're window shoppin and can't see the
the shit is sittin in front of your face
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be
This whole shit 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 made it cause I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
stamps in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say had it hard
Don't make one of slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and punk you, you goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and with my knee in an old van like

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