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
know that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on some Cobbler
Hitters on the payroll and a couple
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 niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the bitches out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, 'em out (bitch)

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

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm with the groupie, beatin' 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 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 don, yeah (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really came out of slums (baow)
I'm finna buy me a house a pond (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 with and gremlins
Lil' niggas with on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't play the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, young nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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