Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told that he can eat the taco with motherfuckin' 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)
up, hey, hold up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

East crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
up on a nigga, pop him like a penicillin (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he (huh?), take a nigga children (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a (yeah 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)
up in her tonsils (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 wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
I go, don't need security (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, that's (that's maturity)
Now I go, all these bitch niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it no ho in me, ayy it's 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 (sit your ass down)
I felt like I when I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm finna 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 down (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 somewhere in the now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy stand a chance now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', thirty in my car, 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka,
Bananas in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle),
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper,

Yeah, yeah, silly
tried to pop me, nigga ate a wheelie
Tabo in bitch and he acting real silly
CB in bitch and you know 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 your ass like some some crack though
We don't smoke none of, of that though
Get your, get your ass smacked though, ayy
And I keep a fucking stack ho
And my pockets big big, 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 know my cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers,
And a get stomped in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no velcro,