Luyện nghe bài hát No Other

Yeah, it do
Haha, heh, already,
Listen man, my niqqa
We got this
Ey, ey, i told them
Yeah, Cash Money Millionaire, ya
I Can't Feel My
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go
Let's go, go, haa, i told them
Shoutout to Bun B,

1
Yeah, up D-Boy, 17th Ward
Miss turned my city to a seesaw
I keep goin' for corners like Lyor
gon' either respect me or he all
Burnin them bitches a sequel
Punk, put a hump in your back, called it Igor
What, shit is hard, any yard where we are
We call that cocaine rice, i got Condoleezza
Huh, you fuck with me chump, i your teacup
I say you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up
Yep, get up cuz we up, up and knee up
In the game, put up and shut up, i hit your up or go bang
Birdgang and the J, Lil Wayne
Here to hang, other words here to stay, feel my
Fireman, i spark and i rain, i through the flames
Yeah, all for the change, yeah, call it
But im a to the muscle
And them new drop Bentley's like pussy in the summer
So im fuckin' that, that block like im lovin' that
Never sell a crumb my mother at, run with that
You can come at me for beef and come with that
Your bitch come at me for wood and im the
I come in that Similac Maybach, black
Lookin' im tryna bring yay back, asap
Give it to em raw, no ajax, that
Huh, fuck around and your face crack
I niggaz that shoot dope, arms lookin' like a racetrack
missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat
You can't that, well i can't take back
Where i come so i learned how to make that
Yeah, turn that to a G stack
up my cheese, now im screamin "where the keys at"

I Feel My Face
I don't think they ready for this

2
I'm from block one, five-one, my young
Niggaz on the rise to get a name, try them
Wayne, i fell your and i see your stress
How they think your people to get through Katrina off of FEMA checks
Coke in a Pyrex, and the ice, yes
Mind on the highway, road signs, right,
And the mind-state of kids growin' up
Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, it up
Eastside, Westside, Southside,
Fuck with my money, i torch guys, off
Hire men, fire men, em to a higher man (there he go)
Torture em, vice grip, man
Niggaz turn to tin foil they see the iron man
Pressure pipes, i apply it and
Move like a lion through the (yes)
There is none higher than me, don't slip up and wind up in the lion
Big body Benz eyein' man, higher
A chick that or air force flyer man
Bad bitches, i fly em and em
Send em back home hyped, feelin' they on nitrogen
Just call me the Piper man
get the coke through the pipeline then off to the piper stem
And im still gettin' paper in rubber bands
I still got bags comin' in
I still got that with the paper bags under it
Comic books, Playboy baby mag it
Still, i still got ties my guys who don't speak no English
Them vatos, got those cheapest
Got no green card, got no visas and got those features
drop off then pick up, i pick up then drop off
The drop off was up and then what, i get it