Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of something
I'm and tired of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and of chasing down designer labels
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
Just tryna you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself
So please ask me why my eyes low
'Cause madafucka i could do this with my closed

1]
How many How many pills do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I get? Don't make any sense
that a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck my shit
I was a kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? should cover this, I've had enough of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How many How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

Who I for?
not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we know your IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the that I sow

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound and bored
I say we're a bunch of piles of shit with pores
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only when it's hit
means something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
they can't do shit

Who I ride
Clown-ass niggas, call you
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

In search of greater