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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
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 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 this fuckery? should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How rings?
with these dreams

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

2]
I it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever just 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 kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out 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 to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only when it's hit
That means something I said must got under your
Tell me, how can I get?
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause can't do shit

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

In search of greater