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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? 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 someone on top would discover me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had of this
I can't make up shit, I am on too many substances
How streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many 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
reap the shit that I sow

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever just die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say we're just a of piles of shit with pores
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
Pull out like my a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's 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 under skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they do shit

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

In search of something