Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
man, yeah my niqqa
We got shit
Ey, ey, i tried told
Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya
I Can't My Face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, let's go, haa, i them
Shoutout to Bun B,

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss Katrina turned my to a seesaw
I keep for them corners like Lyor
gon' either respect me or he all
Burnin bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We call cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i your teacup
I say you spend 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, 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 pussy in the
So im fuckin' that, 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 bitch 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, around and make your face crack
I know niggaz shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
Where i come from so i learned how to that
Yeah, turn straight to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm from block one, five-one, my young
Niggaz on the to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see stress
How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And that's the mind-state of growin' up
Still they why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
with my money, i torch guys, off guys
Hire men, fire men, send em to a man (there he go)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
bust 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 eyein' man, higher
A chick that flight-attend or air force man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen
call me the Pied Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline off to the piper stem
And im still paper back in rubber bands
I got paper bags comin' in
I still got that mattress with the paper under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got Pablo features
They drop off then up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it