Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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

Get a workout, bitch, run your
I know you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is sittin in front of your
Like cement in the bricks
If the world had for me, I'd be Slumerican
This shit started out with "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it a casio and a farmers tan
And on top of a grand, bet I stand
And I it through cause I had heart
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While of these bitch ass rappers will take a dick to say they had it hard
make one of these slums come intercept you
Enter your dorm room and you, you internet goon
I'm spring with the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

A couple of loose ain't stoppin a train from movin
A couple of bucks short of a ? and I'm one hundred proofin
Under the heat like I been metal roofin, in a trenchcoat and a black
Head to heavy metal music
I'm now home, god, 'Bama it's on!
Throwin rocks out the window on 20, that's a
Hello tomorrow, is now gone
I dedicate this to me... FUCK how wrong
laced up with the mainstream face up,
With the same team that I came up (Mayne WHAT!)
the game up, like a change up
?With a pain drain on to?, Bitch 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 went packin my house
To THE house, BITCH!