Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk these roaches
niggas is roaches
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm push you to supreme bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You wanna embrace your destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go the motherfuckin' dark
Where lonely
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' the shit is gonna stop

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

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
Only on my rider, murder rate rises
niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine things me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling like voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed a kilo like Casino
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays

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

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

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

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

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