Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told nigga he can eat the taco with motherfuckin' ayy (huh?)
I told nigga 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 crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him like a (word, word, word)
Shoot him he chillin' (huh?), take a nigga children (that's on my mama)
I give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I need them commas, 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)
It's eleven thirty, she's a (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got your bitch wet like my (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 niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it ain't no ho in me, ayy it's on go me (word)
I just sold a bow of weed in Memphis, (yeah)
No janitor I got the keys, no 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 felt like I retired when I gave that boy the round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm finna beat 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 with her pants down (with her ass out)
I shot that nigga, now he six in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the now)
I don't think pussy niggas 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, silly
Nigga tried to pop me, nigga ate a
Tabo in this bitch and he acting silly
CB in bitch and you know it's grippy
Grippy, grippy, say trippy
Forty on my hippy, nigga you'll get
Ayy, you can get it bitch, I give a fuck, ho
Pull up with that thirty, smoke your ass some like some crack though
We don't smoke none of, of that though
Get your, get your ass smacked though, ayy
And I always keep a fucking 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 you know my heart cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers,
And a get stomped in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro, bitch