Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

The Emcee Golden we Crafty
Yo G I had this crazy dream night man
The world was upside yo
Everybody was to get in the industry
All I say was

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

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

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

I wonder if this happens in my profession
Like when Jordan had the one spot
You think ran up on him like you gotta see my jump shot
I don't know maybe just me but you should

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

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

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

I'd be platinum ya ears
If I sold every I received in the last three years
I ain't but I been around the world tourin'
You left ya house you just stay on the forums

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

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

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

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

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

I know you feel like day you get a bit closer
In your room Dolo spittin' to Jay's
It's cools to chase dreams but I'd
You play it safe 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 producers get tired
Kick the same sales pitch yo my 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 the fans y'all
Ain't nobody sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? 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? Manage? What?
Aw shut the up

Where at?

Where at?