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 designer
So I said "fuck it, start up my own label"
tryna please you, I just ain't capable
I'm and tired of tryna make myself relatable
So please ask me why my eyes low
madafucka i could do this with my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I pick?
How many M's do I get? Don't make any sense
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, 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 themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck with dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we that your IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

2]
I find it odd, stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on 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 of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then shit more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of poor, but fuck it, what's 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 only holler it's hit
That means 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
niggas, call you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the that I sow

In search of greater