Luyện nghe bài hát No More

Yeah,

I got the brown bag full of
I got the work to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag full of
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right right

The hot as the rock expands
It's the paper man on the clock like hands
like teeth, get money like heat
Cliff keep it comin' like Keith

Gotta make last for worse or for better
Gotta make it past the devil so guns I got
And everybody plays, the fool Aaron Nevelle
But I just play to win back like heavy metal

Smellin' like from a rose so they ***
My breads bagels and legos
When I rose they froze, me for the pesos
I'm an A hole AK

Think face and understand I'm talkin' money by the case loads
Gun off safety, I'm in mode
I will court until the case closed
bag ***

I got the brown bag of money
I got the work goin' to and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag full of
I got the work goin' to Florida and I that
I will never no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, right money

Young new investment ain't no turnin' me
Had the band stacks in the button king sack
And I ain't never goin' back, sike I love the
Standin' under the street lights tryin' to get off that

At a reasonable nah, I ain't tryin' to bargain wit you
You *** hatin' well, I guess they gonna be wit you
I got 2 jobs, I and I cop ***
Like father son well, I was adopted

I told the Birdman, stunna me a chance
And I don't even wanna tell you I did with my advance
'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my
Takin' hood *** and copped about 24 grams

Man, I guess it is what it is, it was it was
Before the rap game, I was sellin'
Either way I'm six before my first record
I'll stunt y'all, don't respect my my habits, I'm a hustla

I got the brown bag full of
I got the work goin' to and I swore that
I never hustle no more but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the brown bag full of
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will never say that no
I got my mind, right money

From an to a quarter, from a half to a brick
From an 0 to the ozies, how I'm hood rich
And murder was the got me emptyin' lot of clips
Stunna Birdman, *** right back in this ***

Third throw the you up, I'm rollin' in the whip
With this on my mind, gotta hustla and to lift
Them high rise dealin' me and youngin' on ***
Breaking bread, choppin' millions a *** ain't ***

Told as a how to roll with the chopper
If money on your for the money I'ma pop ya
*** wanna but they money wouldn't stop us
From ridin' fly now they *** out jockin'

We stunnin' while ya **, stunna is what made you **
I hear you *** but the Birdman raised you ***
Birdman got an army, got a navy
And Cash Money can't ya

I got the bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida and I swore
I will never hustle no but I will never say that no more
I got my mind, nah

I got the bag full of money
I got the goin' to Florida and I swore that
I will never hustle no more but I will say that no more
I got my mind, right right