Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

Nigga, I ain't got no
What the fuck you this is?
I got no to live
So make mind up

What you do?
I make your be missing you
Nigga I got no feelings
the fuck you think this is?

I got no to live
So make mind up
you wanna do?
I make family be missing you

Dustin' you off like dirty finger prints on
Battlin' me ya dead like
I'm Fresh like Prince, Jazzy like
The man like Meth

Crazy Left plus jams is like Def
Wid a pen I'm like Kurupt
When I throw a you betta duck
If you don't yo ass is outta

fuck, wid the masta
If I have to, the I'll ya
Then go to church to see my
Why ya have to be like

Me and the mic's tight Gladys Knight and the Pips
year my son turned six
Yo style's wack and you need to get shit fixed
Representin' Jersey my raps hittin' harder than

I'm iller, realer, than ya drug dealer
Come to my villa, the nine milla
Lettin' off, where I you gettin' off
Make you feel it juts like kiss in set it off

You war come on, put on the boxing gloves
People call me an artist in the
'Cause I draw blood, what's up
Wid the shit I

Hit the wid a Luger, than lay up in Aruba
I'm gon' be rappin' you motherfuckas get sick ah me on the mic
I'm than ten niggas wid HIV, Tracy, had the cico, the freako
Holdin' heat somewhere on Street wid Sloppy Joe
You me though?

Nigga, I got no feelings
What the fuck you this is?
I got no reason to
So make your up

you wanna do?
I make family be missing you
Nigga I got no feelings
What the fuck you this is?

I got no reason to
So make mind up
What you do?
I make your family be you

My is Stephen, I eat MCs for no apparent reason
It in you if you I'm pleasin'
who dare, I advise you not to stare
You be assed out like a tyre widout a spare

I declare war I had to even the score
You got me hot sand on the shore, I'm runnin' the floor
Like a ballerina, I go back like Flava Flav in cold
I get homies to you say, "You seen her?"

I'm pregnant, but in my mind
Hopin' my baby grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, the steel to do crimes
Smoked so many niggas they put up no signs

Charismatic asthmatic, like Madden
Cream, automatic attractive like a
like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while be scar facin'

Hey old lady, all I can say
By bills got me lookin' at books, in a different way
Fox got the bubbled eye
I'm in the back of Kurupt flex truck playin' 64

Get peeled, skills in the
Raw dog raw deals, niggas either ill, fake or
Penetrates I heard ah tens and thirty eights
Ride as the niggas turnin' states and crates

Get lift like weights, bust and spreadin' infections
Murderous mafia connections, I feel touched like feelings
Start start ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos calculative creative

Touched nigga, hectic, wid a couple
A bust nigga, from a distance I can a fuck up
You on the Ave wid nuthin' but to get stuck up
Man them diamonds got is nice, hot

Never seen wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and
Zines, zines,