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 dawg shit, nigga, uh

Skinny-ass nigga in some big
My was mad at him so I took the bitch shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in
know that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach
Hitters on the payroll and a doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, jump in the (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 niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I the 'opps in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that and runnin' 'round (rrah)
I your broke-ass brother gun you down (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, turn (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 around
Somebody text me, so I look
My bitch on me in a Gabbana gown

Yeah, bitch, I wear Gucci
I'm chillin' with the groupie, beatin' up her (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (Glizock)
Guess who shoot it? Your bitch, I it (I do)
Uh, ballin' 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 goin' (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really out of them slums (baow)
I'm buy me a house with a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit on my moms, yeah (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 know where I'm from, (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, up with villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions on guns (.30s),
Don't play with the kid, you how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
Maybach on my wrist, young nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

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