Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of something
I'm sick and tired of fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and tired of chasing down labels
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just capable
I'm sick and tired of make myself relatable
So please ask me why my eyes low
'Cause madafucka i could do with my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
How M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, with my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping someone on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many
Fuck with dreams

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

2]
I it odd, niggas 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 suicidal
(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 of shit with pores
That all day eating, then shit some more
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, a few more
Let's 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 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 they do shit

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

In search of something