Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
They a shot... Airball
You think I give a fuck about you Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a hundred grand
took a shot... Airball
You I give a fuck about you pussies? Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
Won't be home till
Chevy's on the wish list, no clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play a fair ball
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop ain't in the
But these country rap
Got the bitch in the back with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and knows it
Put my life on the eye
I make a camera of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy named
In a jam, I got my lane open
Played the game the same token
You did and cracked the Bank
When said the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so dope I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're shoppin and can't see the gift
When the shit is sittin in front of face
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had name for me, I'd be
This shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a and a farmers tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I made it cause I had heart
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these slums intercept you
your dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded with the of an old man,
Drinkin a and steerin with my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose screws ain't stoppin a train movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred
Under the heat like I been roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to heavy music
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin rocks out the on 20, that's a milestone
tomorrow, yesterday is now gone
I dedicate this to me... FUCK how wrong
Shoes laced up the mainstream face up,
With the team that I came up with (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, like a up
a pain that'll drain on to?, Bitch ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
Used to help weezy up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A soul packin the couch
And the landlord used to me out,
But I went from packin my
To THE house, BITCH!