Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
Listen man, my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i told them
Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya
I Can't Feel My
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, let's go, haa, i told
Shoutout to Bun B,

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, Ward
Miss Katrina turned my city to a
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
They gon' respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a hump in your back, they it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We call cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock your
I say before you a dollar boy, put up the re-up
Yep, get up cuz we up, foot up and up
In the game, put up and up, i hit your head up or go bang
Birdgang and the J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, words here to stay, feel my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, it insane
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop Bentley's look like pussy in the
So im fuckin' that, that block like im lovin' that
Never sell a where my mother at, run with that
You can come at me for and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood and im the
I come in that Maybach, shades black
Lookin' like im tryna yay back, asap
it to em raw, no ajax, taste that
Huh, fuck around and make your crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole fat
You can't take that, well i can't take
Where i come from so i learned how to that
Yeah, turn straight to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

I Feel My Face
I really don't think ready for this

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I'm from block one, five-one, my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your and i see your stress
How they think your 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And the mind-state of kids growin' up
they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
with my money, i torch guys, off guys
Hire men, fire men, send em to a man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin when they see the iron man
Pressure bust pipes, i it and
Move like a lion through the (yes)
There is higher than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, than
A chick that flight-attend or air force man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
em back home hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied man
get the coke through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper back in bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that mattress with the bags under it
books, Playboy baby mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no and got those Pablo features
They drop off pick up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it