Luyện nghe bài hát No Feelings

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

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

I got no to live
So make your up
What you do?
I make family be missing you

you off like dirty finger prints on evidence
Battlin' me ya dead presidents
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 yo ass is outta luck

Don't fuck, wid the
If I to, the I'll blast ya
Then go to church to see my
Why ya have to be like

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

I'm iller, realer, than ya drug dealer
Come to my villa, meet the milla
Lettin' off, I stop you gettin' off
Make you it juts like Latifah's kiss in set it off

You want war come on, put on the boxing
People call me an in the canvas
'Cause I blood, that's what's up
Wid the I maneuver

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

Nigga, I ain't got no
What the fuck you think is?
I got no reason to
So make your up

you wanna do?
I make your be missing you
I ain't got no feelings
What the fuck you think is?

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

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

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

I'm pregnant, but only in my
my baby rhyme grows up to be a triple platinum album
I fell on, using the steel to do
Smoked so many they put up no smoking signs

Charismatic asthmatic, ballin' like
Cream, attractive like a magnet
like car racin', cream like carnation
Burned out my Playstation while cats be scar

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 64 Nintendo

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

Get lift like weights, bust and radiate spreadin'
Murderous mafia connections, I wanna feel touched feelings
drillin' start ampin' out, hittin' wid autos campin' out
Wid autos innovative creative

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

seen cowards wid so much ice
I got blocks to get all got behind the scenes
Sellin' glocks, tech nines, sixteens and
Zines, zines,