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 took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, the racks all in Prada
Everybody know that he a big shit
Smokin' Ice Cream, on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the payroll and a couple
Why the fuck you think I up all of this Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, jump in the (skrrt, skrrt)
watchin' me so I scramble '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 Khaled talkin' 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, the bitches comin' out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, '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 it one time and see how it sound
but I make my boy lay you down
They don't give a fuck, they don't around
Somebody me, so I look down
My bitch on me in a Gabbana gown

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)
Route winnin', never losin', uh (gang)
Before I the top, I been ruthless, yuh
it to 'em raw like 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 really came out of them (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 with and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (.30s),
Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (you it)
I get that done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, this nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (woo), duh (duh)

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