Luyện nghe bài hát No Velcro

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

East crippin' (crip), 700 livin' (hundred)
Pull up on a nigga, pop him a penicillin (word, word, word)
Shoot him while he chillin' (huh?), take a nigga (that's on my mama)
I don't give a fuck, bitch I'm tryna get a million (yeah yeah)
Bitch I need commas, bitch I'm on the comeup (come up)
Your on her knees, she put her tongue up (tongue up)
Dick up in her (she slurpin')
I be kicking shit like a (punter)
It's eleven thirty, 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 nigga grew a beard, maturity (that's maturity)
Now everywhere I go, all bitch niggas fearin' me (hoes)
Bitch it no ho in me, ayy it's on go with me (word)
I just a bow of weed in Memphis, Tennessee (yeah)
No janitor I got the keys, no ocean I'm the C (yeah yeah)
And I be ballin', no coaching me (word)
You stylin', you ain't to me (close)
Musical chairs, sit your ass (sit your ass down)
I felt like I retired I gave that boy the last round (rrah rrah)
Say you wanna jack, I'm finna beat your 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 with her pants down (with her ass out)
I shot nigga, now he six feet in some sand now (nigga he dead)
I keep a fan, guess I'm somewhere in the now (in the stands now)
I don't think these pussy niggas stand a now (stand a chance now)
Really eatin', thirty in my car, 'em pop a wheelie
Bitch I keep that chocolate I'm Wonka, really
in my pocket, it's a jungle (it's a jungle), illy
He tried to rob me but I had a chopper,

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