Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

The Emcee Child we Crafty
Yo G I had this crazy dream last man
The world was upside yo
Everybody was tryin' to get in the
All I say was

I swear y'all the fans y'all
Ain't nobody even in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? What?
Aw the fuck up

It's like I to sleep last night and things were all fine
up all of a sudden
Everybody that's how the shit seems
Every time I turn all I hear is

"Yo let me sixteen"
Is it me or do I got a sign on my
That says, Wanna get signed? Just rhyme go
All this rappin' got me

I if this only happens in my profession
Like when had the number one spot
You think they ran up on him you gotta see my jump shot
I don't know it's just me but you should

Need a license to yourself a Emcee
You must be jokin' right you dope or tight
And what happened last night at the open mic
When they for heads to go up and spit
The club got on stage ain't that some shit

I y'all where's the fans y'all
Ain't even sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? What?
Aw shut the up

I swear where's the fans y'all
nobody even sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? What?
Aw shut the up

I'd be believe ya ears
If I every demo I received in the last three years
I ain't braggin' but I been around the world
You never ya house you just stay on the forums

Open for criticism every I spit it
But who the fuck died and you the head critic
Be the with no talent whinin' how
got somethin' to complain about like Simon Cowell

I made the first verse the third
More ad libs and the chorus add a bridge
Like you got the for makin' a hit
Only time you ever drop nasty is takin' a shit

If you got somethin' to say it legit
But it seems like these ain't gonna quit
See they'll dis you knowin' that their raps ain't
Turn around and be like, can I do a track you?

I swear y'all the fans y'all
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the stands
You rap? Produce? What?
Aw shut the up

I swear where's the fans y'all
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the y'all
You rap? Manage? Produce?
Aw shut the up

I know you feel like every day you get a bit
In your room Dolo spittin' to Jay's
It's to chase dreams but I'd advise
You play it don't quit ya 9 to 5

That's just stop duckin' it
Like eatin' steak with a knife you ain't cuttin' it
Oh he ya cousin you got him on the track
Demo didn't make it to the bottom of the stack

Sick of so-called y'all get tired
Kick the same sales yo my shit is fire
If that's true get ya to see me
But ya beats even hot enough to burn a Cd

They never to blow my high
Talkin' 'bout I manage so and so and did blah blah
I sign autographs shake hands and think
'Cause fans are damn near extinct

I swear y'all where's the fans
Ain't nobody sittin' in the stands y'all
You Manage? Produce? What?
Aw shut the up

I y'all where's the fans y'all
Ain't nobody even sittin' in the y'all
You rap? Produce? What?
Aw shut the up

Where at?

Where at?