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 in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
know that 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, 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 handle her (damn)
My niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I the 'opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' (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
Millionaire but I my boy lay you down
They don't give a fuck, they don't around
Somebody text me, so I look
My bitch waitin' on me in a gown

Yeah, bitch, I wear Gucci
I'm with the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a (Glizock)
Guess who shoot it? bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, ballin' 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), still goin' (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 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)
South Memphis, filled up villains and gremlins
niggas with extensions 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, this nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (woo), duh (duh)

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