Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told that nigga he can eat the taco with ayy (huh?)
I told that nigga he can eat the taco one hand, not fuckin' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
And I, okay, up, yeah (word word word)
Hold up, hey, up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

East crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him like a (word, word, word)
him while he chillin' (huh?), take a nigga children (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm get a million (yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I need them commas, bitch I'm on the (come up)
bitch on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
Dick up in her (she slurpin')
I be kicking like a punter (punter)
It's eleven thirty, a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got your bitch wet my jewelry (wet wet)
I go, don't need security (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all bitch niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it ain't no ho in me, ayy on go with me (word)
I just sold a bow of in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah)
No janitor I got the keys, no ocean I'm the C (yeah yeah)
And I be ballin', ain't no me (word)
You stylin', you ain't to me (close)
Musical chairs, sit your ass (sit your ass down)
I felt like I retired when I gave that boy the last (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, I'm finna beat your ass now (what's up?)
Treat you a blunt, watch how quick I get him passed down (gas gas)
Walked in the room, I got bitch with her pants down (with her ass out)
I shot that nigga, now he six in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now)
I don't think pussy niggas stand a chance now (stand a chance now)
eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka,
in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He to rob me but I had a chopper, silly

Yeah, yeah, silly
Nigga tried to pop me, ate a wheelie
Tabo in this bitch and he acting real
CB in this bitch and you it's grippy
Grippy, grippy, don't say
on my hippy, nigga you'll get drippy
Ayy, you can get it bitch, I give a fuck, ho
Pull up with that thirty, smoke ass like some like some crack though
We don't smoke of, none of that though
Get your, get bitch ass smacked though, ayy
And I always keep a stack ho
And my pockets big big, yeah a fat ho, ugh
Yeah, a fat ho
And I'm in bitch leaning like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my heart
I can't a bitch 'cause you know my heart cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers,
And a nigga get in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro, bitch