Luyện nghe bài hát No Shot

Made a million off a with my thumb up
Y'all just getting in the game, you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I sing cool)

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

No shots, no shots, no no

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

No shots, no shots, no no

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

No shots, no shots, no no

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

These lightskin girls to ruin my life
'Cause these straight dudes ain't doing 'em right
Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie, pretty in the face but she need a little
I got a brown chick that used to sell that
I her if she go to jail then she failed at life
I met her at Flog Gnaw, don't ask paid dues
I put the west coast on my back, and I made moves
they must've forgot, now I'm back to rappin' like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I getting shot at
John Wilkes-Booth put a bullet through top hat (No shots)
They tried to the God
But motherfucker is the squad
So what's the odds of you coming up, can't 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 can't change these rules you got the messed up
Such and such bought a new house
Tell that little dude to holler he twenty years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever went gold what he about
That soundscan it don't make you
I got underground fans that'll slit your
Play this for a chick and watch her panties get
Now she nine months pregnant off some shit I wrote
Oh, you make music for the stupidos, sing a hook but the game need a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin' them roofies bro, I just mackin' leave that to the susios
Dirty like my mouth for the south is
I the same Wans with all of my outfits
Music life yeah I'm really about this
And if you disagree then put my dick my mouth is

No shots, shots, no no