Luyện nghe bài hát No Shot

Made a million off a logo with my up
Y'all getting in the game, 'cause you butt fuck
Whoa, no shots, no shots, no no (If I it's cool)

I feel like I'm the Messiah, a rebirth of creatures who to the most high
They knees hurt from to the whats his face, begging to be blessed
There's something me, I'm just a God of what's left, cut the check
I was for a year off the fructose,
Contemplating fucking bullets in the suit coats, who knows
Go do it a wizard, wave a magic wand turn summer into winter
I worship from warships, play PGA courses, hit the AVN awards 'cause the porn chicks more dick
I force fit, and put it in her like a swordsmith, have her eating E pills like corn chips
How you a motherfucker with some body armor,
Headshots turn him sweet and like an Arne Palmer
Dalai Lama holy as me, got it holding the key

No shots, no shots, no no

Okay, niggas squading up again, wipe the nail polish and lipstick from these and get in this
You talk it you don't live it, instead flexin' on that sus shit, Richard Simmons
Can't stomach you giving
Start body blows, give the beat a headshot
Toss the Glock, flee the scene red socks
Trap kill a nigga, that manilla
Your probably feeling better if I'm chilling with ya
Like coughing up phlegm from an unfiltered cig, I'm the spitta
A Dutch or a Swisher, you want bigger
Turn it up
9th Wonder, beats stomp like blunt nigga
This is dope baby, what else could you want
Fuck with that bottom shelf, nah us
Mac me how to change my life in 2 months
Tell my girl take out life insurance I do stunt (Yeah I do stunt)

No shots, no shots, no no

Let's continue the communition, all of my partners to this life like
Behind whenever we start a sentence
And crunch time we play the game it's Olympics
Niggas be flexin' in the booth, would've thought we was gymnasts
And that's without up, just raising the bar
Most Dope, Music, my clique be taking it far
Got ties the upper skies, we practice aviation
All my tryin' to reach billboards and new vacations
So hatin' if you wanna it's nothing new to us
This extra shit doin' in they pool it ain't cool to us
All them stunts, all them wasn't out the park
shit illuminate, once we pullin' out the dark
So your mask on nigga play your position
I brought some niggas with me to slay your condition
And stop acting like you niggas with permission
One phone could have the goonies turn this into friction

No shots, no shots, no no

I walk up in bitch like I'm Kanye on a Friday
Then hit the highway, man you gotta leave driveway
So I'm living every moment like it's my day
And I need me a Beyonce for a fiancé,
So please little nigga learn your lesson, before you count dollars you gotta count blessings
2pac said is there a ghetto in heaven, 'cause kids is getting fucked by their reverend
So many people, you gotta make exceptions 'cause they'll look at you some fuckin' misconception
Like you do drugs, like Choo you shoot slugs
But nah Choo in here with two sluts
We up, we in here to bucks
I niggas with K K K's like Ku Klux
no math test so choose up
And if you looking for true shit choose us

These lightskin trying to ruin my life
'Cause these straight dudes ain't doing 'em right
Yeah, me and my new Crenshaw cutie, in the face but she need a little booty
I got a brown that used to sell that white
I told her if she go to jail then she at life
I met her at Gnaw, don't ask about paid dues
I put the west coast on my back, and I made moves
Motherfuckers they must've forgot, now I'm to rappin' like I gotta take my spot
No shots 'cause I hate getting at
John put a bullet through your top hat (No shots)
tried to assassinate the God
But motherfucker Jamla is the
So what's the odds of you coming up, can't fuck with Strange ya chain if you runnin' up (No shots)
Been at it for a decade plus, they only on they first and don't respect they bus
'Lil motherfuckers thinkin' they next up, you can't change these rules you got the messed up
Such and such just a new house
Tell that dude to holler when he twenty years out
Got gold on his neck and gold in his mouth, but he ain't ever went gold what he talking
That soundscan it don't make you
I got underground fans that'll slit throat
Play this for a chick and watch her get soaked
Now she nine months pregnant off some shit I wrote
Oh, you make music for the stupidos, sing a nice hook but the game a Rufio
And I ain't fuckin' with roofies bro, I just mackin' leave that to the susios
Dirty like my mouth for the south is
I wear the Wans with all of my outfits
Strange life yeah I'm really about this
And if you disagree then put my dick where my is

No shots, shots, no no