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

Hit the on the 'Rari 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 with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit talkin' 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I the 'opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

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

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' with the groupie, up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a (Glizock)
who shoot it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Paper winnin', never 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 don, yeah (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really came out of them (baow)
I'm finna buy me a with a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit 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 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
Maybach on my wrist, this nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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