Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

Told nigga he can eat the taco with motherfuckin' ayy (huh?)
I told that he can eat the taco with one hand, not fuckin' two hands (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
And I, okay, hold up, (word word word)
Hold up, hey, hold up, hey (wicka-wicka-wicka-word word)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

East side crippin' (crip), 700 (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him like a (word, word, word)
him while he chillin' (huh?), take a nigga children (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a (yeah yeah yeah)
Bitch I need them commas, bitch I'm on the (come up)
bitch on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
Dick up in her (she slurpin')
I be shit like a punter (punter)
It's thirty, she's a luncher (luncher), I'm a stunner (stunner)
I got bitch wet like my jewelry (wet wet)
I go, don't need security (no security)
A grew a beard, that's maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all these bitch fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word)
I sold a bow of weed in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah)
No janitor I got the keys, no I'm the C (yeah yeah yeah)
And I be ballin', ain't no me (word)
You stylin', you close to me (close)
chairs, sit your ass down (sit your ass down)
I felt like I retired I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, well I'm finna beat ass now (what's up?)
you like a blunt, watch how quick I get him passed down (gas gas)
Walked in the room, I got your bitch with her down (with her ass out)
I shot that nigga, now he six in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the stands now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy niggas a chance now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', in my car, make 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that chocolate like I'm Wonka,
Bananas in my pocket, it's a (it's a jungle), illy
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper,

Yeah, yeah, he's
Nigga tried to pop me, ate a wheelie
Tabo in this bitch and he acting silly
CB in this bitch and you it's grippy
Grippy, grippy, say trippy
Forty on my hippy, nigga you'll get
Ayy, you can get it bitch, I don't a fuck, ho
Pull up with that thirty, your ass like some like some crack though
We don't smoke none of, none of that
Get your, get bitch ass smacked though, ayy
And I always keep a fucking ho
And my pockets big big, that's a fat ho, ugh
Yeah, a fat ho
And I'm in this bitch like I'm Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, and my slow
I can't love a bitch 'cause you my heart cold, bitch
creepers, scarecrow
And a nigga get stomped in shell toes
Yeah, yeah, I don't no velcro
Yeah, yeah, I rock no velcro, bitch