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, Cash Money Millionaire, ya
I Can't Feel My
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
go, let's go, haa, i told them
Shoutout to Bun B,

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Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Katrina turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them corners Lyor
They gon' either me or he all
Burnin bitches like a sequel
Punk, put a hump in back, they called it Igor
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 spend a dollar boy, put up the
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 J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other words to stay, feel my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's look pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that 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
bitch come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, shades
Lookin' like im tryna yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, around and make your face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, lookin' like a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't take that, i can't take back
Where i come from so i how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
Stack up my cheese, now im screamin "where the at"

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

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I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your pain and i see your
How they think your people to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
on the highway, road 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 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 like a lion the jungle (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body eyein' man, higher than
A chick that flight-attend or air flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, feelin' like 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 back in bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that mattress with the bags under it
Comic books, baby mag under it
Still, i still got with my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
They drop off then pick up, i up then drop off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it