Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
Listen man, yeah my
We got this
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 turned my to a seesaw
I keep goin' for them corners Lyor
They gon' respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a in your back, they called it Igor
What, this is hard, any yard where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got that
Huh, you fuck me chump, i rock your teacup
I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the
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
to hang, other 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 new drop Bentley's look like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin block like im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb where my at, run with that
You can at me for beef and shots come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood and im the
I come in that Maybach, shades black
Lookin' im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, taste
Huh, fuck around and your face crack
I know niggaz that dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his face fat
You take that, well i can't take back
Where i come so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that straight to a G
Stack up my cheese, now im "where the keys at"

I Can't Feel My
I really don't think they 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 stress
How they think your people 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 wonder why the rate's goin up, throw it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck my money, i torch guys, off guys
Hire men, men, send em to a higher man (there he go)
em, vice grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move a lion through the jungle (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't slip up and up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, than
A chick that flight-attend or air flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em home hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen
call me the Pied Piper man
Still get the coke through the then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper in rubber bands
I still got bags comin' in
I got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i got ties with my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those Pablo
They drop off then up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was picked up and what, i get it