Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, Ward
Miss turned my city to a seesaw
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
What, this is hard, any yard where we are
We call cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock teacup
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 shut up, i hit your up or go bang
and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other words here to stay, my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's like pussy in the summer
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 beef and shots come with
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, shades
Lookin' like im bring yay back, asap
it to em raw, no ajax, taste that
Huh, fuck around and your face crack
I niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
Where i come from so i how to make that
Yeah, that straight to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

I Can't Feel My
I really don't they ready for this

2
I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your
How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
on the highway, road signs, right, left
And the mind-state of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the 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)
em, vice grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil they see the iron man
bust pipes, i apply it and
Move a lion through the jungle (yes)
There is none higher me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz man, higher than
A chick flight-attend or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied man
Still get the coke the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper in rubber bands
I still got paper bags in
I got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no card, got no visas and got those Pablo features
They drop off then pick up, i pick up drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it