Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them corners like
They gon' either me or he all
Burnin them like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got that
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock teacup
I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the
Yep, get up cuz we up, up and knee up
In the game, put up and up, i hit your head up or go bang
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil
Here to hang, other words 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 where my mother at, run that
You can come at me for beef and come with that
Your bitch come at me for and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, shades
Lookin' like im tryna bring yay back,
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck around and make your crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
Where i from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
Stack up my cheese, now im "where the keys at"

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

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I'm from one, five-one, where my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your
How they your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, road signs, right,
And that's the mind-state of growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's 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 when 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 eyein' man, than
A chick that or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, feelin' like on nitrogen
call me the Pied Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' back in rubber 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 with my guys who don't speak no
Them vatos, they got cheapest
Got no card, got no visas and got those Pablo features
drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it