Luyện nghe bài hát No Shot

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

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

No shots, no shots, no no

Okay, niggas squading up again, the nail polish and lipstick from 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 with body blows, give the a headshot
Toss the Glock, flee the scene with red
Trap kill a nigga, that manilla
Your boyfriend probably feeling if I'm chilling with ya
Like coughing up phlegm from an cig, I'm the illest spitta
A Dutch or a Swisher, you always want
Turn it up
9th Wonder, beats stomp like blunt guts
This is most dope baby, what else could you
Fuck with bottom shelf, nah choose us
Mac showed me how to change my in 2 months
my girl take out life 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 life
Behind whenever we start a sentence
And crunch time we play the like it's Olympics
Niggas be flexin' in the booth, thought we was some gymnasts
And without warming up, just raising the bar
Most Dope, Music, my clique be taking it far
Got ties with the skies, we practice aviation
All my peoples to reach billboards and new vacations
So hatin' if you wanna it's nothing new to us
extra shit they doin' in they pool it ain't cool to us
All them stunts, all them bunts out the park
Fake shit illuminate, we pullin' out the dark
So keep your mask on nigga play position
I brought famish niggas with me to slay your condition
And stop like you niggas 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 moment like 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 your blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, nowadays kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make 'cause they'll look at you with some fuckin' misconception
Like you do drugs, like Choo you shoot slugs
But nah really in here with two sluts
We up, we in to move bucks
I niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux
no math test so choose up
And if you looking for true shit then us

These lightskin girls trying to my life
'Cause these legged dudes ain't doing 'em right
Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie, in the face but she need a little booty
I got a brown chick that used to sell that
I told her if she go to jail then she at life
I met her at Gnaw, don't ask about paid dues
I put the west coast on my back, and I made moves
Motherfuckers they forgot, now I'm back to rappin' like I gotta take my spot
No shots I hate getting shot at
John put a bullet through your top hat (No shots)
They to assassinate the God
But motherfucker Jamla is the
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 decade plus, they only on they first tour and respect they bus
motherfuckers thinkin' they next up, you can't change these rules you got the game messed up
Such and such just a new house
Tell that little dude to holler when he years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever went gold what he about
soundscan it don't make you dope
I got underground fans slit your throat
Play this for a chick and her panties get soaked
Now she nine pregnant off some shit that I wrote
Oh, you make music for the stupidos, sing a hook but the game need a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin' with them roofies bro, I mackin' leave that to the susios
Dirty dirty my mouth for the south is
I wear the same Wans all of my outfits
Strange Music life yeah I'm really this
And if you disagree then put my where my mouth is

No shots, shots, no no