Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm sick and tired of doing niggas favors
I'm sick and tired of chasing down labels
So I said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
Just please you, I just ain't capable
I'm and tired of tryna make myself relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause i could 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 cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping someone on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I hire 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 many How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

Who I ride
not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we that your 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 behind the dignified
Your life's in knots, my life appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored
I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit with
That spend all day eating, shit some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few
even get more shit to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler it's hit
That something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how real can I
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they do shit

Who I for?
niggas, call you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the that I sow

In search of something