Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of greater
I'm sick and of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm and tired of chasing down designer labels
So I said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I ain't capable
I'm sick and 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 do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? make any sense
Ain't that a bitch? Ain't I
Sinse I was a git, with my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that on top would discover me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How themes? How many awards? How many rings?
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
I'mma reap the 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 more aligned 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 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 dick's a
Eight people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck 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 holler when it's hit
means something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they do shit

Who I ride
Clown-ass niggas, call you
IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the that I sow

In of something greater