Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss Katrina my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for corners like Lyor
They gon' either me or he all
Burnin them bitches a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
What, this is hard, any yard where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got that
Huh, you with me chump, i rock your teacup
I say before you spend a boy, put up the re-up
Yep, get up cuz we up, foot up and up
In the game, put up and up, i hit your head up or go bang
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil
to hang, other words here to stay, feel 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 look like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that like im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb my mother at, run with that
You can come at me for beef and shots come that
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Maybach, shades black
Lookin' like im bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, fuck around and make face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
i come from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm block one, five-one, where my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, don't try
Wayne, i your pain and i see your stress
How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of checks
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And that's the mind-state of kids up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i guys, off guys
Hire men, fire men, em to a higher man (there he go)
em, vice grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
bust pipes, i apply it and
Move a lion through the jungle (yes)
There is none higher me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big Benz 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
call me the Pied Piper man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still paper back in rubber bands
I still got paper comin' in
I got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, baby mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got cheapest
Got no card, got no visas and got those Pablo features
They drop off pick up, i pick up then drop off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it