Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
Listen man, my niqqa
We got shit
Ey, ey, i told 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,

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Yeah, straight up D-Boy, Ward
Miss Katrina turned my city to a
I keep for them corners like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a hump in your back, called it Igor
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck me chump, i rock your teacup
I say before you spend a 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 your up or go bang
and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other here 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 look pussy in the summer
So im that, huggin that block like im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb where my 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 in that Similac Maybach, shades black
like im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, fuck around and make your face
I know niggaz shoot 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
Where i come from so i learned how to make
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

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I'm block one, five-one, where my young
Niggaz on the to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, i fell pain and i see your stress
How they think your people 'posed to get through off of FEMA checks
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, road signs, right,
And that's the of kids growin' up
they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i torch guys, off
Hire men, fire men, em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move a lion through the jungle (yes)
There is none than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body eyein' 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 gettin' paper back in rubber bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i got ties with my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those Pablo
They drop off pick up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it