Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

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

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

It's like I went to sleep last night and things all fine
up all of a sudden
Everybody rhymes that's how the 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, get signed? Just rhyme go head
All this rappin' got me

I if this only happens in my profession
Like when had the number one spot
You think ran up on him like you gotta see my jump shot
I know maybe it's just me but you should

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

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

I swear 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 platinum believe ya
If I sold every I received in the last three years
I ain't braggin' but I been around the tourin'
You left ya house you just stay on the forums

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

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

If you got to say make it legit
But it seems these bastards ain't gonna quit
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 sittin' in the stands
You Manage? Produce? What?
Aw shut the up

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

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

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

Sick of so-called producers y'all get
Kick the sales pitch yo my shit is fire
If true get ya turn to see me
But ya ain't even hot enough to burn a Cd

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

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

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

Where at?

Where at?