Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

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Yeah, straight up D-Boy, Ward
Miss Katrina my city to a seesaw
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
Burnin bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, they it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any yard we are
We that cocaine rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i rock teacup
I say you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up
Yep, get up cuz we up, foot up and 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, feel my
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 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 come with that
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Maybach, shades black
like im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck around and make your face
I know niggaz that shoot dope, lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole fat
You take that, well i can't take back
Where i come from so i how to make that
Yeah, turn that to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

2
I'm block one, five-one, where my young
on the rise to get a name, don't try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your
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 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)
em, vice grip, pliers man
Niggaz to tin foil when they 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 up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, higher
A chick that or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, feelin' like they on
Just me the Pied Piper man
Still get the coke through the then off to the piper stem
And im still paper back in rubber bands
I still got bags comin' in
I still got that mattress with the paper under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i still got with my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no and got those Pablo features
drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it