Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

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

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

It's like I went to sleep last night and things all fine
Woke up all of a
Everybody rhymes that's how the seems
Every I turn around all I hear is

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

I wonder if this only in my profession
when Jordan had the number one spot
You think they ran up on him like you 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 what happened last night at the open mic
When they called for to go up and spit
The whole club got on stage ain't that some

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

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

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

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

I woulda the first verse the third
More ad libs and before the add a bridge
Like you got the formula for a hit
Only you ever drop somethin' nasty is takin' a shit

If you got to say make it legit
But it seems like these bastards ain't gonna
See they'll dis you knowin' their 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 nobody even in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? What?
Aw the fuck up

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

I know you like every day you get a bit closer
In your room Dolo spittin' to Jay's
cools to chase dreams but I'd advise
You play it safe quit ya 9 to 5

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

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

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

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

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

they at?

Where at?