Luyện nghe bài hát No Hands

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

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Ain't no reason to quit, what the I look like?
To put a and a desist on this heat that I spit, shit, Bitch!
I believe in my wits, Enough to believe my kids
Won't be till Christmas
Chevy's on the wish list, no Santa clause, no m'am, pause
I'm stuck in play like a fair
Know you love to call it foul, say hip hop in the south
But country rap tunes
Got the in the back room with a open mouth AH!
I'd it all and Lord knows it
Put my on the bull's eye
I make a jealous of my focus
And that's 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
Played the game with the token
You did and cracked the open
When they said the rap 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 you'd dig a hole six feet deep with a spoon
to see me trip
You're window shoppin and see the gift
When the shit is sittin in of your face
Like cement in the bricks
If the had name for me, I'd be Slumerican
This whole shit started out "Bitch, bet I can! "
And I do it with a casio and a tan
And on top of a hundred grand, bet I
And I made it cause I had heart
up to roaches in my cereal box, buddy, that's a bad start!
Food in the Pathmark,
While some of these bitch ass rappers will take a to say they had it hard
Don't make one of slums come intercept you
Enter dorm room and punk you, you internet goon
I'm spring loaded the salt of an old man,
Drinkin a fifth and steerin with my knee in an old van

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