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

nigga in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I the bitch shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
Everybody know he a big shit popper
Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the payroll and a couple
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this

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 couldn't her (damn)
My young niggas walk around chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit talkin' 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I heard the in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, all that hidin' and runnin' '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 give a fuck, they play around
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (Glizock)
Guess who shoot it? Your bitch, I 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
Give it to 'em raw sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still dumb (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
smoke in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I came out of them slums (baow)
I'm finna buy me a with a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit on my moms, yeah (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)
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 young lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (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)
Shit don't no sense (make no sense)
Shit make no sense (no sense)
Yuh