Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

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

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

It's like I to sleep last night and things were all fine
Woke up all of a
Everybody that's how the shit 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? Just go head
All this rappin' got me

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

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

I swear 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 even sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? Produce?
Aw shut the up

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

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

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

If you got somethin' to say 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 swear y'all the fans y'all
Ain't nobody sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? Produce?
Aw shut the up

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

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

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

Sick of so-called y'all get tired
the same sales pitch yo my shit is fire
If that's get ya turn to see me
But ya ain't 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 sign autographs shake and never think
'Cause nowadays are damn near extinct

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

Where at?

Where at?