Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
man, yeah my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i tried told
Yeah, Money Millionaire, ya know
I Can't Feel My
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 turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them like Lyor
They gon' respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it
What, this shit is hard, any yard we are
We that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you with me chump, i rock your 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 up, i hit your head up or go bang
and the Birdman J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other words here to stay, feel my
Fireman, i and i rain, i hark through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, it insane
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop look like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im that
Never sell a crumb where my at, run with that
You can come at me for and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for and im the lumberjack
I come in Similac Maybach, shades black
like 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, lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his face fat
You can't take that, well i can't take
i come from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
Stack up my cheese, now im "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm from one, five-one, where my young
on the rise to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, i fell your and i see your stress
How think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And the mind-state of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck 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
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a lion through the (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion
Big body Benz eyein' man, than
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
Just me the Pied Piper man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper in rubber bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that with the paper bags under it
books, Playboy baby mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, 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 up and then what, i get it