Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

Look mama, no
I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin grand
They took a shot...
You think I give a fuck you pussies? Not at all
Yela, it goin?
Aw man, I'm standin on top of a muthafuckin hundred
They took a shot...
You think I give a fuck about you Not at all

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Ain't no reason to quit, the fuck I look like?
To put a cease and a desist on heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, to believe that my kids
be home till Christmas
Chevy's on the list, no Santa clause, no m'am, won't pause
I'm stuck in play a fair ball
Know you love to it foul, say hip hop ain't in the south
But these country rap
Got the bitch in the back with a open mouth AH!
I'd sacrifice it all and Lord it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And shady if you ain't noticed
The things loaded, I put that on my great grand daddy Otis
In a traffic jam, I got my lane
the game with the same token
You did and cracked the Bank
When they the rap game was in a drought
I was swimmin in so much I had to break my life jacket out like

Get a workout, bitch, run lips
I know you'd dig a hole six deep with a spoon
Just to see me
You're window and can't see the gift
When the shit is sittin in front of face
Like cement in between the
If the world had name for me, I'd be
This whole shit out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a casio and a tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I made it through I had heart
Waking up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin my knee in an old van like

A couple of loose ain't stoppin a train from movin
A of bucks short of a ? and I'm still one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I been roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black hoodie
Head bangin to heavy metal
I'm now home, thank god, it's on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a
Hello tomorrow, yesterday is now
I this song to me... FUCK how wrong
laced up with the mainstream face up,
With the same team that I came up (Mayne WHAT!)
Changed the game up, a change up
?With a pain that'll drain on to?, ya better remain tough (Mayne WHAT!)
to help weezy pack up 50 pounds,
Green bay a bowl,
A broke soul packin the
And the landlord to kick me out,
But I from packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!