Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss Katrina turned my to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them corners Lyor
They gon' either me or he all
Burnin bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a in your back, they called it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any yard we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got that
Huh, you with me chump, i rock your teacup
I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the
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
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil
Here to hang, other here to stay, feel my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop Bentley's look like pussy in the
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb my mother at, run with that
You can at me for beef and shots come with that
Your 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 make your face
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a
Nigga missed a in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
Where i come from so i learned how to make
Yeah, turn that to a G stack
Stack up my cheese, now im screamin "where the at"

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

2
I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, don't try
Wayne, i fell your and i see your stress
How they your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And that's the of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck my money, i torch guys, off guys
men, fire men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin when they see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a through the jungle (yes)
There is none than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big Benz eyein' man, higher than
A chick that flight-attend or air force man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, feelin' they on nitrogen
Just call me the Piper man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper back in rubber
I still got bags comin' in
I still got mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties with my who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got those
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
They drop off then pick up, i pick up then off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it