Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

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

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

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

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

Need a license to call yourself a
You must be jokin' right you 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 stage ain't that some

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

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

I'd be platinum believe ya
If I sold every I received in the last three years
I braggin' but I been around the world tourin'
You never left ya house you just stay on the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They never fail to 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 y'all where's the y'all
Ain't nobody even in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? What?
Aw the fuck up

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

they at?

Where at?