Luyện nghe bài hát No Sense

Yeah, (Supah Mario)
(That boy Cassius) Yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Hey (Hey, boy Cassius)
That dawg shit, nigga, uh

Skinny-ass in some big Balenciagas
My girl was mad at him so I took the bitch
Drankin' champagne, spend the all in Prada
Everybody know that he a big shit
Ice Cream, rollin' on some Peach Cobbler
Hitters on the and a couple doctors
Why the fuck you think I pour up all of Wockhardt?

Hit the alarm on the and it go (brrt, brrt)
the 'Rari, jump in the Challenger (skrrt, skrrt)
Feds me so I scramble 'em (shake 'em up)
Had your at the room, but I had to put out
She too freaky, nah, I handle her (damn)
My niggas walk around with chandeliers (damn)
Yeah, chandelier the shit Khaled 'bout (damn)
Dolph hit the club, then the bitches out (damn)
I heard the 'opps in the club, nigga, 'em out (bitch)

Nigga, stop all that hidin' and runnin' (rrah)
I your broke-ass brother gun you down (rrah)
Damn, you too thick, girl, around (rrah)
Lemme it one time and see how it sound
Millionaire but I make my boy lay you
They give a fuck, they don't play around
Somebody text me, so I look
My bitch waitin' on me in a Gabbana

Yeah, bitch, I still wear
I'm chillin' the groupie, beatin' up her coochie (beat it up)
Uh, Glizock, my a movie (Glizock)
Guess who shoot it? bitch, I do's it (I do)
Uh, ballin' hard, no recruiting, yuh (on God)
Route winnin', never losin', uh (gang)
Before I drop the top, I ruthless, yuh
Give it to 'em raw sushi, uh (aw)

Uh (yuh), yuh (yuh), still dumb (dumb), uh
Mr. Glock, the baguette don, (baguette)
smoke in my lungs, ooh (yeah, yeah)
I came out of them slums (baow)
I'm finna buy me a house a pond (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, and I put shit on my moms, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I I was born with a gun (yeah, yeah)
I'm a son of a gun, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, you where I'm from, yeah (bitch, uh)
South Memphis, filled up villains and gremlins
Lil' niggas with extensions on (.30s), yeah
Don't play with the kid, you how I get (you know it)
I get shit done (done), uh
on my wrist, this young nigga lit (lit)
And a on my guns (woo), duh (duh)

Shit make no sense (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
shit don't make no sense (no sense)
This shit make no sense (no sense)
Shit make no sense (make no sense)
Shit make no sense (no sense)
Yuh