Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of greater
I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas
I'm sick and tired of chasing down designer
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
tryna please you, I just ain't capable
I'm sick and tired of make myself relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause madafucka i could do this my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how much do I gotta pick?
How M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping someone on top would discover me
How many 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 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, you sideshows
And we, and we know that your IG be lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay "don't wife a thot"
But you thots behind the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal
(Hello? you ever just die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and
I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
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 only holler it's hit
That means something I said got under your skin
Tell me, how real can I
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they can't do

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

In search of something