Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
man, yeah my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i told them
Yeah, Money Millionaire, ya know
I Can't My Face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, 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 in your back, they called it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock teacup
I say before you 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 Birdman J, Lil
Here to hang, other words here to stay, my pain
Fireman, i and i rain, i hark through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's look like in the summer
So im that, huggin that block like im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb my mother at, run with 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 that Similac Maybach, black
Lookin' like im bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, fuck and make your face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' a racetrack
Nigga missed a 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 that
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 from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell pain and i see your stress
How think 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 of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
with my money, i torch guys, off guys
Hire men, men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil they see the iron man
bust 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 Benz eyein' man, higher than
A chick that or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Piper man
get the coke through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still paper back in rubber bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that mattress with the paper bags it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i still got ties with my who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got those
Got no green card, got no visas and got Pablo features
They drop off then pick up, i up then drop off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it