Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
Listen man, my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i tried them
Yeah, Cash Millionaire, ya know
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, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss Katrina my city to a seesaw
I goin' for them corners like Lyor
They either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches like a
Punk, put a hump in your back, called it Igor
What, this shit is hard, any where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got Condoleezza
Huh, you with me chump, i rock 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 your head up or go
Birdgang and the Birdman J, Lil
Here to hang, other words here to stay, my pain
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i hark through the
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a hustler to the
And new drop Bentley's look like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, huggin that block im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run that
You can come at me for beef and shots come with
Your come at me for wood and im the lumberjack
I in that Similac Maybach, shades black
Lookin' like im tryna yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck and make your face crack
I know niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a
Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his face fat
You can't take that, well i can't back
Where i from so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn straight to a G stack
Stack up my cheese, now im screamin "where the at"

I Can't Feel My
I really don't they 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 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 the mind-state of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i guys, off guys
Hire men, fire men, send em to a 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 through the jungle (yes)
There is none than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion bend
Big body Benz eyein' man, higher
A chick that flight-attend or air flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back hyped, feelin' like they on nitrogen
Just call me the Piper man
Still get the coke through the pipeline then off to the piper
And im still gettin' paper in rubber bands
I still got paper comin' in
I still got that mattress with the paper bags it
Comic books, baby mag under it
Still, i got ties with my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, they got cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got Pablo features
They drop off then pick up, i pick up then off
The off was picked up and then what, i get it