Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told nigga he can eat the taco with motherfuckin' ayy (huh?)
I told that nigga he can eat the with one hand, not fuckin' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
And I, okay, hold up, (word 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 like a (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), take a nigga (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah)
Bitch I them commas, bitch I'm on the comeup (come up)
Your bitch on her knees, she put her 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 like my (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, don't security (no security)
A grew a beard, that's maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all these niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word)
I just sold a bow of weed in Memphis, (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 like I retired when I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm beat your ass now (what's up?)
you like 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 shot that nigga, now he six feet in sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the now)
I don't think these pussy stand a chance now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka, really
Bananas in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle),
He to rob me but I had a chopper, silly

Yeah, yeah, he's
Nigga tried to pop me, nigga ate a
Tabo in this and he acting real silly
CB in this bitch and you 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 that thirty, smoke ass like some like some crack though
We don't none of, none 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 bitch leaning like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my slow
I can't love a bitch 'cause you my heart cold, bitch
creepers, scarecrow
And a nigga get stomped in some toes
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro, bitch