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

Skinny-ass nigga in big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
Everybody that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, jump in the (skrrt, skrrt)
Feds watchin' me so I 'em (shake 'em up)
Had your at the room, but I had to put out
She too freaky, nah, I couldn't her (damn)
My niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn)
hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, 'em out (bitch)

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

Yeah, bitch, I still Gucci
I'm chillin' with the groupie, up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a (Glizock)
Guess who it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Route 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 goin' (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
smoke in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really came out of them (baow)
I'm finna buy me a house a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this on my moms, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think I was 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, up with villains and gremlins
Lil' with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't play the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get that done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (woo), duh (duh)

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