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

Skinny-ass in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I the bitch shoppin'
champagne, spend the racks all in Prada
Everybody know that he a big shit
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on Peach Cobbler
on the payroll and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this

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

Nigga, stop all hidin' and runnin' 'round (rrah)
I make your broke-ass gun you down (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, turn (rrah)
Lemme it one time and see how it sound
Millionaire but I make my boy lay you
They don't a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch on me in a Gabbana gown

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' 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, 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), goin' dumb (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I came out of them slums (baow)
I'm finna buy me a house a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit on my moms, yeah (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 know where I'm from, (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up villains and gremlins
Lil' with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't play the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get that shit (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this young lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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