Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How hits? 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
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
I was a git, fuck with my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that on top would discover me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck with dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing behind the dignified facade
Your in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you just wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and
I say we're just a of piles of shit with pores
That all day eating, then shit some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, a few more
Let's even get shit to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog holler 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
'Cause they do shit

Who I for?
Clown-ass niggas, call you
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

In of something greater