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 in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I took the shoppin'
champagne, spend the racks all in Prada
Everybody that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the you think I pour 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 niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled talkin' (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the 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 time and see how it
Millionaire but I make my boy lay you
They give a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I down
My bitch waitin' on me in a gown

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' with the groupie, beatin' up her (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (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 drop the top, I ruthless, yuh
it to 'em raw like sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), goin' dumb (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the don, yeah (baguette)
Exotic in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I really came out of slums (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 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)
Memphis, filled up with villains and gremlins
Lil' with extensions on guns (.30s), yeah
Don't play with the kid, you know how I get (you 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 don't make no sense (no sense)
Shit don't no sense (make no sense)
Shit make no sense (no sense)
Yuh