Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm and tired of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and of chasing down designer labels
So I said "fuck it, start up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just capable
I'm sick and tired of tryna 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 of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
How many M's do I gotta get? make any sense
Ain't that a bitch? I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many
Fuck with dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no niggas, call you sideshows
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 suicidal
(Hello? you just wanna die a lot)
Well, the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored
I say just a bunch of piles of shit with pores
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few
Let's even get more to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when hit
That 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 ride
Clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

In search of something