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

East side crippin' (crip), 700 (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him a penicillin (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), a nigga children (that's on my mama)
I give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I them commas, bitch I'm on the comeup (come up)
Your 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 thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got your wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
Everywhere I go, don't need (no security)
A nigga grew a beard, that's (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 in Memphis, Tennessee (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 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 finna beat ass now (what's up?)
Treat you like a blunt, watch how quick I get him passed (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, I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy niggas stand a now (stand a chance now)
eatin', thirty in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I that chocolate like I'm Wonka, really
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 this bitch and you know 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 ass like some like some crack though
We smoke none of, none of that though
Get your, get bitch 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 this bitch leaning I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my heart
I love a bitch 'cause you know my heart cold, bitch
creepers, scarecrow
And a nigga get stomped in some toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't rock no
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro, bitch