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 shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
know that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the payroll and a doctors
Why the fuck you think I up all of this Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, in the Challenger (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 young niggas walk around chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, the shit Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, all that 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 give a fuck, don't play around
Somebody me, so I look down
My waitin' on me in a Gabbana gown

Yeah, bitch, I wear Gucci
I'm chillin' the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (Glizock)
who shoot it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, ballin' 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 don, yeah (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 with 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 with and gremlins
Lil' with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
play with the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get that shit (done), uh
on my wrist, this young nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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