Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to think of a
To be at the top, how much do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I get? Don't make any sense
Ain't that a bitch? Ain't I
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 many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too many
How many streams? How many themes? How awards? How many rings?
Fuck with these

Who I ride
Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, call you
And we, and we know that IG be telling lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

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

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

In of something greater