Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

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

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Yeah, straight up D-Boy, 17th
Miss Katrina turned my city to a
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
gon' 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 where we are
We call that rice, i got that Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i your teacup
I say before you spend a 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 head up or go bang
Birdgang and the J, Lil Wayne
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, call it
But im a hustler to the
And them new drop Bentley's look pussy in the summer
So im that, huggin that block like im lovin' that
sell a crumb where my mother at, run with that
You can come at me for and shots come with that
Your bitch at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I come in that Maybach, shades black
Lookin' like im tryna yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck around and make your face
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 can't take
Where i come from so i learned how to that
Yeah, that straight to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

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

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I'm block one, five-one, where my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your and i see your stress
How they think people 'posed to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
on the highway, road signs, right, left
And that's the of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime 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)
Torture em, grip, pliers man
Niggaz turn to tin foil when see the iron man
bust pipes, i apply it and
Move like a lion through the (yes)
There is none than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body eyein' man, higher than
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 call me the Pied man
Still get the through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still paper back in rubber bands
I still got paper bags in
I got that mattress with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy mag under it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
vatos, they got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got Pablo features
drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it