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 said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I 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 take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
How many M's do I gotta Don't 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 publicists I gotta 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 substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many
Fuck with dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the dignified
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, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and
I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit pores
That spend all day eating, then shit more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's even get more to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only when it's hit
means something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how real can I
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they can't do

Who I ride
Clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

In search of greater