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 with one hand, not fuckin' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah)
And I, okay, hold up, yeah (word word)
Hold up, hey, up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

East side (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him like a (word, word, word)
him while 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 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 a punter (punter)
It's eleven thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a (stunner)
I got your bitch wet like my (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, don't security (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, maturity (that's maturity)
Now I go, all these bitch niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it ain't no ho in me, ayy on go with me (word)
I sold 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 close to me (close)
Musical chairs, sit your ass down (sit ass down)
I felt like I retired I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm beat your ass now (what's up?)
Treat you like a blunt, 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 shot nigga, now he six feet in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm in the stands now (in the stands 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
Bitch I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka,
Bananas in my pocket, a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He to rob me but I had a chopper, silly

Yeah, yeah, he's
Nigga tried to pop me, ate a wheelie
in this bitch and he acting real silly
CB in bitch and you know 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 that thirty, smoke your 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 keep a stack ho
And my big big, yeah that's a fat ho, ugh
Yeah, a fat ho
And I'm in this bitch leaning I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my slow
I can't love a bitch 'cause you know my cold, bitch
creepers, scarecrow
And a nigga get in some shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro, bitch