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

nigga in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, spend the 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 pour up all of this

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, 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 niggas walk with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled 'bout (damn)
hit the club, then the bitches comin' out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, '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, around (rrah)
Lemme smack it one and see how it sound
Millionaire but I make my boy lay you
They don't a fuck, they don't play around
text me, so I look down
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I wear Gucci
I'm chillin' with the groupie, beatin' up her (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my life a (Glizock)
Guess who it? Your bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, ballin' hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Route 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 goin' (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I came out of them slums (baow)
I'm buy me a house with a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put this shit on my moms, (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 where I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up with and gremlins
Lil' niggas extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't with the kid, you know how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
on my wrist, this young nigga lit (lit)
And a Porsche on my (woo), duh (duh)

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