Luyện nghe bài hát No Glory

I seeing crack 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 that cream
Hit the block before the start chirpin'

Scope the set before I serve one
In between cars, out in the open
I trust vans and I hate black suburbans
that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga
Uncut raw,

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

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

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

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the
Never put my down, nigga
This is Mack Town,
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 like
the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?
I'll make your bus stop short Gary Coleman

I got more and strips then you
(I it hot)
Niggaz won't even nicks to you
(Not a rock)
I spit that'll thrill you

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

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

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

I'm so street asphalt
I spit shit my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens
Don't make me up and put my hands on you
[Unverified] a house sellin' raids
I'll put my on you [unverified]

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

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

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