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 them
to Bun B, yeah

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
Miss Katrina turned my to a seesaw
I keep for them corners like Lyor
gon' either respect me or he all
Burnin them like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, called it Igor
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck me chump, i rock your teacup
I say before you a dollar boy, put up the re-up
Yep, get up cuz we up, up and knee up
In the game, put up and shut up, i hit head up or go bang
Birdgang and the J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other words to stay, feel my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop Bentley's like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im that
Never a crumb where my mother at, run with that
You can come at me for and shots come with that
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, black
Lookin' like im tryna yay back, asap
it to em raw, no ajax, taste that
Huh, fuck and make your face crack
I know niggaz that dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, well i can't back
i come from so i learned how to make that
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 ready for

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I'm from one, five-one, where my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, don't try
Wayne, i your pain and i see your stress
How think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, road signs, right,
And that's the mind-state of kids up
Still they why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i guys, off guys
Hire men, men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
em, vice grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil they see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply 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 Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper back in rubber
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that mattress with the paper under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i still got ties with my who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
They drop off then up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it