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 some big
My was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin'
champagne, spend the racks all in Prada
Everybody know that he a big popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, in the Challenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Feds me so I scramble '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 Khaled 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, the bitches comin' out (damn)
I the 'opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that 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
don't give a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I look
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I wear Gucci
I'm chillin' the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (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 drop the top, I ruthless, yuh
it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), goin' 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 house with a (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this 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 where I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up villains and gremlins
niggas with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't with 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)

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