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 the bitch shoppin'
Drankin' champagne, spend the racks all in
know that he a big shit popper
Smokin' Ice Cream, rollin' on Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of this

Hit the on the 'Rari and it go (brrt, brrt)
Park the 'Rari, jump in the (skrrt, skrrt)
Feds me so I scramble '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 around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the comin' out (damn)
I heard the in the club, nigga, point 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that hidin' and 'round (rrah)
I make your broke-ass brother gun you (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, around (rrah)
Lemme smack it one time and see how it
but I make my boy lay you down
They don't a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I look
My bitch waitin' on me in a gown

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

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