Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, Ward
Katrina turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for corners like Lyor
gon' either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, they it Igor
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We call cocaine 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 up, i hit your head up or go bang
and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, words here to stay, feel my pain
Fireman, i and i rain, i hark through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, it insane
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im lovin'
Never sell a crumb where my at, run with that
You can come at me for beef and shots come with
Your bitch at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Maybach, shades black
Lookin' im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, around and make your face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms like a racetrack
Nigga missed a in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't that, well i can't take back
Where i from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, that straight to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm from block one, five-one, my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see stress
How they think your '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 mind-state of growin' up
Still they wonder why the rate's goin up, throw 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, vice grip, man
Niggaz turn to tin when they see the iron man
Pressure bust pipes, i it and
like a lion through the jungle (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't slip up and up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, than
A that 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 coke through the then off to the piper stem
And im gettin' paper back in rubber bands
I still got bags comin' in
I got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties with my guys who don't speak no
Them vatos, got those cheapest
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 up and then what, i get it