Luyện nghe bài hát No Label

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Ayy, so crazy
'Cause I made this song off nigga feelings

what I'm sayin'?
What he going with his bitch
Know I'm sayin'?
He actually one of my
what I'm sayin'?
So, you go

We ain't talk in a minute, so hit me up
And I mix my feelings with prescription
When I to my knees, you ain't pick me up
I was down on my back
you I ain't rich enough
And we ain't about no sex
you ain't get it up
And I don't want you to suck my
you ain't spit enough
You an lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough
You me you want your ass shots
'Cause you thick enough
I'm in the trenches with the
I ain't a heart
Some nights I ain't talk
I you in the dark
You was lurkin' on my page, you a narc'
You was writing bitches back, shit went too far
And I carried you on my back like I have a car
You was mad I hang with murderers
Bitch, you famous, but you not a star
(Instagram famous, but you not a star)

Bitch, I you
you out the hood and I saved you
While them other niggas tried to you
Bitch, you ungrateful,
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you u
I ain't want a
I ain't a label
I ain't tryna be your
Or your man, or husband
I don't want a

You steady throwin' your
but I don't want
I got a wife, so me you gotta fuck Von
Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun
I kick her out slick as hell, her, Store run
I know a divas, that's still a secret
The bitches I eat it
You not believe it
This was never easy
I move
Me and two, three singers, we had a
to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky
Back to back, told her all them
I was
Always tryna run the deep
I was
Gotta my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
That's why I my .50 and my .30
Niggas ain't on shit, washed up, detergent
Big Backwood, sat back and it
I'm better, hot a furnace, yeah

Bitch, I you
you out the hood and I saved you
While other niggas tried to play you
Bitch, you ungrateful,
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un
I ain't want a
I want a label
I ain't tryna be your
Or your man, or husband
I want a label