Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of greater
I'm and tired of doing 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 ain't
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 do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I pick?
How M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
that a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all 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 many themes? How many awards? How rings?
with these dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the facade
Your life's in knots, my life might more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say just a bunch of piles of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then shit more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few
even get more shit to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog holler when it's hit
That means something I said must got under skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they do shit

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

In of something greater