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, Cash Money Millionaire, ya
I Feel My Face
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, go, haa, i told them
to Bun B, yeah

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
Miss Katrina my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for corners like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
them bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
What, this is hard, any yard where 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
Birdgang and the 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, call it
But im a to the muscle
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 where my at, run with that
You can come at me for beef and shots come that
Your bitch come at me for wood and im the
I come in Similac Maybach, shades black
like im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck around and your face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms like a racetrack
Nigga a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, well i take back
Where i come from so i learned how to 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 they 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 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, signs, right, left
And that's the mind-state of kids up
they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i guys, off guys
Hire men, men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, vice grip, man
Niggaz turn to tin foil they see the iron man
Pressure bust pipes, i it and
like 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 flight-attend or air force man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline then off to the stem
And im still gettin' paper back in bands
I still got paper bags in
I still got that mattress with the bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i got ties with my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got those
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
They off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it