Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told that nigga he can eat the taco with 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 a penicillin (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, bitch I'm on the (come up)
Your on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
Dick up in her (she slurpin')
I be kicking shit a punter (punter)
eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got your bitch wet my jewelry (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, don't need (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all bitch niggas fearin' me (hoes)
it ain't 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 down (sit ass down)
I felt like I retired when I gave boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, I'm finna 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 her pants 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 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
Bitch I keep 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, ate a wheelie
Tabo in this bitch and he acting silly
CB in this bitch and you 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 like some crack
We don't smoke none of, none of that
Get your, get your bitch ass though, ayy
And I always keep a fucking 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 heart
I can't love a bitch 'cause you my heart cold, bitch
Jeepers creepers,
And a nigga get stomped in some shell
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro, bitch