Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
These niggas is
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You don't wanna
You don't wanna your destiny
You get by
You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
it's lonely
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

Mama's save me
But she don't know I'm save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, born killers, body
money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi down in
like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
Only riders on my rider, murder rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
Still solo, Under still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling like it's
Nine lives, SK with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you with me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, up, crime pays

Mama's tryna me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody you

You fuckin' wanna around with these niggas?
What the fuck is culture?
Where the fuck is their at?
What you?
These with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna with God, nigga!
Make up got damn mind!

I'm from the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' more snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
Black when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm on that tour bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, me filthy
Touch mine it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

Mama's tryna me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

Fuck you wanna talk
Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on fuckin' walls
And mansions niggas ain't got
can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga
You gotta the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth set you free