Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
Miss turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a hump in your back, they it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We call that rice, i got that 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 Birdman J, Lil
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 hustler to the
And them new drop look like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im that
Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run that
You can at me for beef and shots come with that
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in Similac Maybach, shades black
Lookin' like im tryna bring yay back,
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck and make your face crack
I know niggaz shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a in his neck, his whole face fat
You take that, well i can't take back
Where i come from so i how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
Stack up my cheese, now im "where the keys at"

I Can't My Face
I really think they ready for this

2
I'm from block one, five-one, my young
on the rise to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, i your pain and i see your stress
How they think your '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 goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i torch guys, off
Hire men, men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, vice grip, man
turn to tin foil when they see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a through the jungle (yes)
There is none higher than me, 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, feelin' like they on
Just call me the Pied man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper back in rubber
I still got paper bags in
I still got that mattress with the paper under it
Comic books, baby mag under it
Still, i still got ties with my who don't speak no English
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 drop off was picked up and what, i get it