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 stiff shit, nigga, uh

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

Hit the on the 'Rari and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, jump in the (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 couldn't her (damn)
My young niggas around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit 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 hidin' and 'round (rrah)
I make broke-ass brother gun you down (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, turn (rrah)
Lemme smack it one time and see how it
but I make my boy lay you down
They don't give a fuck, they play around
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I wear 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)
Paper winnin', never losin', uh (gang)
Before I the top, I been ruthless, yuh
it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still goin' (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really came out of them (baow)
I'm buy me a house with a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this shit on my moms, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I think I was born a gun (yeah, yeah)
I'm a son of a gun, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you where I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh)
Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with 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, young nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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