Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of something
I'm sick and of doing fuck niggas favors
I'm sick and tired of chasing down labels
So I said "fuck it, start up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just ain't
I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause madafucka i could do this with my eyes

1]
How many hits? How pills do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much cotton do I gotta
How many M's do I gotta get? make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, with my shit
I was a kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How publicists I gotta 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 many themes? How many awards? How rings?
Fuck these dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing behind the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more 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 we're just a bunch of piles of shit pores
That spend all day eating, then shit some
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler when hit
That means something I said must got your skin
me, how real can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
they can't do shit

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

In search of something