Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sick of so-called y'all get tired
Kick the sales pitch yo my shit is fire
If true get ya turn to see me
But ya beats ain't 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 hands and think
'Cause fans are damn near extinct

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

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

they at?

Where at?