Luyện nghe bài hát No More Fans

The Emcee Golden Child we
Yo G I had this crazy dream last 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
Ain't nobody sittin' in the stands y'all
You Manage? Produce? What?
Aw the fuck up

It's like I went to sleep last night and things were all
Woke up all of a
Everybody rhymes that's how the seems
time 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 rhyme go
All this got me stressin'

I if this only happens in my profession
Like when Jordan had the one spot
You think they ran up on him 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' 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 got on stage ain't that some shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I swear y'all the fans y'all
Ain't nobody sittin' in the stands y'all
You rap? Manage? Produce?
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 cools to chase but I'd advise
You play it don't quit ya 9 to 5

That's reality stop duckin' it
eatin' steak with a butter knife you ain't cuttin' it
Oh 'cause he ya 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 same sales pitch yo my is fire
If that's true get ya to see me
But ya beats even hot enough to burn a Cd

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

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

they at?

Where at?