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 nigga in some big
My girl was mad at him so I the bitch shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in
know that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach
on the payroll and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I 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 your at the room, but I had to put out
She too freaky, nah, I handle her (damn)
My young walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, the bitches comin' out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, '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, around (rrah)
Lemme smack it one and see how it sound
Millionaire but I make my boy lay you
They don't give a fuck, don't play around
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
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, real hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Paper winnin', never losin', uh (gang)
Before I drop the top, I 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 house a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this 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, up with villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (.30s),
Don't play the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, young nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (woo), duh (duh)

don't make no sense (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)
Shit don't no sense (no sense)
Yuh