Luyện nghe bài hát No Squares

[Featuring: Wiz

1: Curren$y]
Battle axe rap swingin' 84 elbows
On the H-Town slab Cadillac
pokin I should be the "weed
Don't me from workin" spokesperson cause I get it in
Stoned, like a sober person runnin
Rather have my feet than my pockets
I chase that down like it said somethin' bout my mama
I chase that money down I think it took my wallet
I chase that money like it key scratched my impala
I chase that money pile it up and climb on top it
nigga mountain at the summit countin' hunneds
You try and me from it you gone plummet to the bottom
If there was a winning contest I did won it, done it
Bossed up playa do much but kick it I'm a punter
No pun I'm a stunner
Brung the to the motor cross ramp like fuck it
I'mma jump it, officer muffin
It should be a how you lockin' down that bitch
But the girl
Said she do it again for the third time
Figured you realize at some that the girl lyin'
you blind or you dont mind
Either way I'd never with yo kind
Cuz never get no bread, you too scared
this the 3rd installment, what you sayin

No square shall in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the circle of
No square shall in the circle of winners
Ain't been like none of them as far as I can remember
No square shall in the circle of winners
No shall enter in the circle of winners
No square shall enter in the of winners
They was payin them bitches, I was payin

[Verse 2:
I do it for myself, not for them
They just included with this good
I'm paid for making music my niggas
Been this and never even showed by who or his, now who the shit?
Jet Life, started the

Cain't it, I'm just doing what my old heads was doing
And I'm privileged to seen them start movements
in the wild fashion, acting unruly
OG, so it a double O to school me
That(?) somethings still a? might put on some game, truly dog
In the fast lane cruising, go me
I'm riding to my music, slowing down to some on the doubie
Overtaking your position and it won't be to me
Took your cup and I filled it with a smoothie
With my feet kicked up, take my
If looks kill, your family would sue me
I'm that

[Verse 3: Wiz
Im rolling up an amount of smoke
all up in the chain around my throat
Telling me that I should change, its all I
I live the dream of private and piles of dough
Tatted on my face thats what I believe in
Make sure they its TGOD when they see me
We was broke but know we used to bread
Versace on and watching my heads
You niggas looking hungry, you could use bread
You niggas security, you could use a craig
My young niggas slanging them users is
Im from Pistolvania them shooters is
Dressing like a hippy, drinking gin
Heard money funny, bitch I been straight
for them bottles, spending 10 straight
Me and got the template

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