Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

I been seeing rock since the age of thirteen
Out the same crack spot to the damn
Dope fiends burnt up and the coke screens
You know that balled up cash where dough cream
Hit the before the birds start chirpin'

Scope the set before I serve one
In cars, never out in the open
I don't trust vans and I hate black
Crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour,
Uncut raw,

I don't fuck with
I don't never get stuck weight
shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate
You makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit

Fuck to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip
Keep on them red caps, stressin' to hit
fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip
I'm tryin' to show you where the at
You catchin' my drift? But I see where head at
You stressin' to

Give me that hot plate and pop
Shit, I'll you how to fire that rock, supply that block
Pee pop, set up shop, with a half a block, down half the block
Turn half a block to other half his block
Then lock down the other half a block

I give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Never put my down, nigga
is Mack Town, nigga
Ask around, nigga, I never was
Kept leather and the 38 tar snub

On the real, ya niggaz know me
Don't get found in the lake with eight shots Kobe
It's the Gouch, what you bout homie?
I'll make bus stop short like Gary Coleman

I got more pots and strips you
(I it hot)
Niggaz even sell nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit phrases that'll you

I got with clips, with lasers that'll kill you
Got myself an uzi brother, two nines
These thugs gon' getcha, gon' hit cha
(Getcha)

I got more gats and tecs you
(I'll it hot)
Niggaz won't stand next to you
(I the rock)

When I clap down, back down wack friends
For that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's" tef
I'm two
(Uh)
You dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny
(Whoa)

I'm so street asphalt
I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mittens
make me raise up and put my hands on you
[Unverified] a house sellin' nigga
I'll put my grams on you

Man, I'm so fuckin' in the game
Got one to the street, the other feet to the fame
I'm seesaw, tryin' to shit out
Until then, I got a six gon' silence out

Wanna make the transition the street to the fame
But I can't let it weaken my game, man,
Picture Mac flippin' like a
Little nickels, with slick tryin' to stick me
Knowing one shot from a glock could stop my block

So I quickly move oars Jiffy Lube
Never had it and half the fact that niggas
Snortin' magic niggas or the court niggas