Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
man, yeah my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i tried them
Yeah, Money Millionaire, ya know
I Feel My Face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, let's go, haa, i told
to Bun B, yeah

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
Miss turned my city to a seesaw
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
They gon' respect me or he all
them bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock your
I say you spend 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 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 through 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 sell a crumb where my at, run with that
You can come at me for beef and come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood and im the
I come in that Maybach, shades black
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 dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't that, well i can't take back
i come from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i your pain and i see your stress
How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of 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 with my money, i guys, off guys
men, fire men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
Pressure bust pipes, i it and
Move a lion through the jungle (yes)
is none higher than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz man, higher than
A chick that flight-attend or air flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, like they on nitrogen
Just me the Pied Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline off to the piper stem
And im gettin' paper back in rubber bands
I got paper bags comin' in
I still got that mattress the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties with my guys who don't speak no
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
They drop off then pick up, i pick up drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it