Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

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

East side crippin' (crip), 700 (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him a penicillin (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 them commas, bitch I'm on the comeup (come up)
bitch on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
Dick up in her (she slurpin')
I be kicking shit like a (punter)
eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got bitch wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
I go, don't need security (no security)
A grew a beard, that's maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all these bitch fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it ain't no ho in me, ayy on go with me (word)
I just a bow of weed in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah)
No I got the keys, no ocean I'm the C (yeah yeah yeah)
And I be ballin', no coaching me (word)
You stylin', you ain't to me (close)
Musical chairs, sit your ass down (sit ass down)
I felt like I retired I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm 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 your bitch with her pants (with her ass out)
I that nigga, now he six feet in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm in the stands now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy niggas stand a chance now (stand a now)
eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I that chocolate like I'm Wonka, really
in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper,

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