Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss Katrina turned my city to a
I keep goin' for corners like Lyor
They gon' respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a hump in your back, they it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We call that 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 spark and i rain, i through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, it insane
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's look pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block like im lovin'
Never sell a where my mother at, run with that
You can at me for beef and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for and im the lumberjack
I come in that Similac Maybach, shades
like im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, around and make your face crack
I know that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole 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 Feel My Face
I really don't think ready for this

2
I'm from block one, five-one, where my
Niggaz on the 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 Katrina off of FEMA checks
in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, signs, right, left
And that's the of kids growin' up
Still 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
turn to tin foil when they see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a lion the jungle (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion
Big body Benz eyein' man, higher
A chick that flight-attend or air flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
em back home hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Pied man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' back in rubber bands
I still got paper bags in
I still got that mattress with the bags under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no card, got no visas 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