Luyện nghe bài hát No Sense

Yeah, (Supah Mario)
(That boy Cassius) Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey (Hey, boy Cassius)
stiff dawg shit, nigga, uh

Skinny-ass nigga in some big
My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
Everybody know he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the you think I pour up all of this Wockhardt?

Hit the on the 'Rari 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 handle her (damn)
My young niggas around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I the 'opps 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)
Lemme smack it one and see how it sound
Millionaire but I my boy lay you down
They don't give a fuck, they don't play
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch on me in a Gabbana gown

Yeah, bitch, I still Gucci
I'm chillin' with the groupie, beatin' up her (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)
Paper Route winnin', losin', uh (gang)
I drop 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)
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 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)
Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't play with the kid, you how I get (you know it)
I get that done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (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)
Shit don't no sense (make no sense)
Shit make no sense (no sense)
Yuh