Luyện nghe bài hát No Favors

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save your hand, I gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I from em? No favors
Clique too big, bread? break it
Cause these others lowkey with the faking
Everything up for the taking
And what I from 'em?
No favors, no
What I No favors
lined up for the taking
And what I from 'em? no favors

I'm getting the job done, boy up every night
I'm about rolling a seven, when I up the dice
I'm about my logo off, flooded with ice
I'm about taking a risk, might fuck up your life
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera
In of cameras too (brrr)
Damn, Sean, what to the humble attitude?
I'm like "niggas took the but I'm still standing too"
Thought I had the Midas touch and then I went too
Mother fuck all your
I've been talking to God like my therapist
I'm in America
I ain't inherit shit but a under 30
So He must be shit
Don, don, don, life, I do for the crib
The D to Flint who get sick lead
Others get the hit with the
where they need a handout
But they you put hands up
Only I have is from the Sam's Club
Now blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came from
Born in a world where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Bolt
Get ahead by any so the head's what I aim for
When my grandma died, I realized I got an
me everything's a blessing depending on the angles
Look, I am the anomaly, never favors or apologies
That's my new policy
Wood grain steering this bitch feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you start acknowledging
The we been painting, my nigga
Connected to a higher
How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my
Look, all I ever did was the odds
Cause when you try to get it just don't even out
Never stopping like we
Watch what we on the rise, be the G.O.A.T
While we alive when we die, we gon' be the

Make it, make it, it, boy, we gotta make it
You can your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And I need from em? No favors
too big, bread? gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking
lined up for the taking
And I need from 'em?
No favors, no

If she was flavor I savor
No buds, hoe later
Fuck you at, hater?
I saw eyes like an ass raper
Try to copy my swag a cheating classmate
I'll be the last face you see you pass
you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper
So ahead of my time late I'm early, my age is reversing
I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, and wordy
and nerdy, blatantly dirty
Insanely perverted, rapey and
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a heater
A piece furniture, egg beater,
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call number 81
Surely I'm turning into the Hernandez of rap
State of emergency, the planets panic attacks
Brady's returning, matter fact I may be
Of a Pat on the back like a jersey
Inexplicable growl from the pit of it
Like a fucking hittin' it
Despicable, dumb it down,
Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking
a missile, a thunder cloud
100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun sound
And you'll get a round like Digital
And Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
With a lamp post, door shutter
A damn cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber
Piano, a flannel, sucker, hand soap, butter
A banjo and cover
Hand over the and nose smother
ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road
Go ham donut or go Rambo, make an example of her
for Sandra Bland ho and Philando
Hannibal on the lamb, no I am so stubborn
I'm anti, can't no government a commando
man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
I'll make his brand go under (yeah)
And tell Dre I'm him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway
Speeding, I'm to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding
And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is
Like Michel'le helium
Leaving them pale faced medium welt
Straight treating 'em a cell mate
See me I'm climbing hell's
Bitch, I'm like your problems:
Meaning someone else is self needed?
I'm a...

Make it, make it, make it, boy, we make it
You can save hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the
And what I need from em; no
Clique too big, bread? gotta it
'Cause others lowkey with the snaking faking
lined up for the taking
And what I need 'em?
No favors, no
What I need? No
Everything up for the taking
And what I need from no favors

I know you yourself right now
But I'm not she's the one
I would call in
Hey, I'm
What are you doing