Luyện nghe bài hát No Shot

Made a million off a logo my thumb up
Y'all just getting in the game, 'cause you fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I it's cool)

I feel like I'm the Messiah, a of creatures who bowing to the most high
They hurt from praying to the whats his face, begging to be blessed
There's something above me, I'm just a God of what's left, cut the
I was for a year off the fructose,
Contemplating putting fucking bullets in the coats, who knows
Go do it with a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into
I worship from warships, play PGA courses, hit the AVN awards 'cause the porn chicks need more
I force fit, and put it in her body like a swordsmith, have her eating E pills like chips
How you defeat a motherfucker with some armor,
Headshots turn him and sour like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama as me, got it locked holding the key

No shots, no shots, no no

Okay, niggas squading up again, wipe the nail polish and lipstick these broads and get in this
You talk it you don't live it, instead niggas flexin' on that sus shit, Simmons
stomach what you giving
Start body blows, give the beat a headshot
the Glock, flee the scene with red socks
Trap a nigga, that manilla nigga
Your boyfriend feeling better if I'm chilling with ya
Like coughing up phlegm an unfiltered cig, I'm the illest spitta
A Dutch or a Swisher, you always want
Turn it up
9th Wonder, beats like blunt guts nigga
This is most dope baby, what could you want
with that bottom shelf, nah choose us
Mac showed me how to change my life in 2
Tell my girl take out life insurance 'cause I do (Yeah I do stunt)

No shots, no shots, no no

Let's continue the communition, all of my partners to this life like
Behind bars whenever we start a
And crunch time we the game like it's Olympics
Niggas be flexin' in the booth, would've thought we was gymnasts
And that's without warming up, raising the bar
Dope, REMember Music, my clique be taking it far
Got ties with the skies, we practice aviation
All my peoples tryin' to billboards and new vacations
So start hatin' if you it's nothing new to us
This extra they doin' in they pool it ain't cool to us
All them stunts, all them wasn't out the park
Fake shit illuminate, once we out the dark
So your mask on nigga play your position
I brought some famish with me to slay your condition
And stop acting like you came with permission
One phone call have the goonies turn this into friction

No shots, no shots, no no

I walk up in this bitch like I'm Kanye on a
Then hit the highway, man you leave your driveway
So I'm living every moment it's fucking my day
And I need me a for a fiancé, okay
So please little nigga learn your lesson, before you count dollars you gotta count your
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause nowadays kids is getting fucked by their
So people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause they'll look at you with some fuckin' misconception
Like Choo you do drugs, like Choo you shoot
But nah Choo really in here two sluts
We up, we in to move bucks
I know niggas K K K's like Ku Klux
Ain't no math test so up
And if you looking for true shit then us

These lightskin trying to ruin my life
'Cause these straight legged dudes ain't 'em right
Yeah, me and my new cutie, pretty in the face but she need a little booty
I got a brown chick used to sell that white
I told her if she go to jail she failed at life
I met her at Flog Gnaw, don't ask paid dues
I put the west on my back, and then I made moves
Motherfuckers they must've forgot, now I'm to rappin' like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I hate shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet your top hat (No shots)
tried to assassinate the God
But motherfucker is the squad
So the odds of you coming up, can't fuck with Strange tuck ya chain if you runnin' up (No shots)
Been at it for a plus, they only on they first tour and don't respect they bus
'Lil motherfuckers thinkin' they next up, you change these rules you got the game messed up
Such and such just a new house
Tell that little to holler when he twenty years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever gold what he talking about
That it don't make you dope
I got underground fans that'll your throat
Play this for a chick and watch her get soaked
Now she nine months pregnant off shit that I wrote
Oh, you music for the stupidos, sing a nice hook but the game need a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin' with them roofies bro, I just mackin' leave to the susios
dirty like my mouth for the south is
I wear the same Wans all of my outfits
Strange Music yeah I'm really about this
And if you disagree then put my dick where my is

No shots, shots, no no