Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
These niggas is
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You don't wanna
You don't wanna embrace your
You get by
You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' the shit is gonna stop

Mama's tryna me
But she don't know I'm save her
Man, them niggas tried to me
Man, I got this paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi down in
like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So bang, no survivors
riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a
Gettin' feeling like it's voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed with a like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

Mama's tryna me
But she don't know I'm tryna her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

You fuckin' wanna walk around with these
the fuck is their culture?
Where the fuck is souls at?
defines you?
These niggas with fuckin' silly looks on their faces
You wanna around with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up got damn mind!

I'm from where the test you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' more snitches
We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a night
bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
Ciroc down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, it real, homie, made me filthy
mine until it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net

Mama's tryna me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

Fuck you wanna about?
Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that niggas got on their fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions niggas got
Niggas can't pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff, nigga
You tell the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth set you free