Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

tryna save me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody you

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So it's bang, no
Only riders on my rider, murder rises
Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it you sideways, double up, crime pays

tryna save me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're nobody 'til somebody you

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

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

tryna save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

Fuck you talk about?
Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let their fuckin' staff, nigga
You gotta the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth will set you