Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told that nigga he can eat the taco with ayy (huh?)
I told that he can eat the taco with 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 side crippin' (crip), 700 (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him a penicillin (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), take a children (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a (yeah yeah yeah)
I need them commas, bitch I'm on the comeup (come up)
Your bitch on her knees, she put her up (tongue up)
up in her tonsils (she slurpin')
I be shit like a punter (punter)
It's eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a (stunner)
I got your wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, need security (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all these bitch niggas me (hoes)
Bitch it no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word)
I just sold a bow of 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 (sit your ass down)
I like I retired when I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, I'm finna beat your ass now (what's up?)
Treat you like a blunt, watch how quick I get him down (gas gas)
Walked in the room, I got your with her pants down (with her ass out)
I shot nigga, now he six feet in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy niggas stand a now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that like I'm Wonka, really
Bananas in my pocket, it's a (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 real silly
CB in this bitch and you know it's
Grippy, grippy, say trippy
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 your ass like some like crack though
We smoke none of, none of that though
Get your, get your bitch ass 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 this leaning like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my slow
I can't love a bitch 'cause you know my cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers,
And a nigga get stomped in shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro, bitch