Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and can't see the
When the shit is in front of your face
Like cement in between the
If the world had name for me, I'd be
This shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
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 some of these bitch ass rappers take a dick to say they had it hard
Don't make one of these come intercept you
Enter your dorm and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my in an old van like

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