Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
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 in your back, they called it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any yard we are
We call cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i 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 shut up, i hit your head up or go
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil
Here to hang, other words here to stay, my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, it insane
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop Bentley's like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im that
Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run that
You can come at me for beef and shots with that
Your bitch at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, 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 dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, well i take back
Where i come so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

I Feel My Face
I don't think they ready for this

2
I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, don't try
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your
How they think your '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 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, vice grip, man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when they see the man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a lion through the (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, than
A chick flight-attend or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, like they on nitrogen
Just 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 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 with my guys who don't speak no
Them vatos, they got those
Got no card, got no visas and got those Pablo features
They drop off then pick up, i pick up then off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it