Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
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 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 How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
And we, and we know that your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit 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 a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you just 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 pores
That spend all day eating, then shit some
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's even get more shit to
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when hit
That means something I said must got under your
Tell me, how can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they do shit

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

In search of greater