Luyện nghe bài hát No Sense

Yeah, (Supah Mario)
(That boy Cassius) Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey (Hey, boy Cassius)
That dawg shit, nigga, uh

nigga in some big Balenciagas
My was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, spend the all in Prada
Everybody know that he a big popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Feds watchin' me so I 'em (shake 'em up)
Had bitch at the room, but I had to put out
She too freaky, nah, I handle her (damn)
My young niggas around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn)
hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (damn)
I heard the in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that and runnin' 'round (rrah)
I your broke-ass brother gun you down (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, around (rrah)
Lemme smack it one time and see how it
Millionaire but I my boy lay you down
don't give a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I look
My waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' with the groupie, up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a (Glizock)
who shoot it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Paper winnin', never losin', uh (gang)
Before I drop the top, I ruthless, yuh
it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still dumb (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the don, yeah (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I came out of them slums (baow)
I'm finna buy me a house with a (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit on my moms, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I I was born with a gun (yeah, yeah)
I'm a son of a gun, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you know I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions on (.30s), yeah
Don't play with the kid, you how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

Shit don't make no (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This shit don't no sense (no sense)
shit don't make no sense (no sense)
Shit don't make no (make no sense)
don't make no sense (no sense)
Yuh