Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk these roaches
These niggas is
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the dark
Where lonely
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the is gonna stop

tryna save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got 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 out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' on their 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 feeling like voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a kilo Casino
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, up, crime pays

Mama's tryna me
But she know 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 is their culture?
Where the is their souls at?
What you?
These niggas with these fuckin' silly on their faces
You wanna walk around with them or you wanna walk God, nigga!
Make up your got mind!

I'm where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New Mercedes as it off
penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm 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 bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners
And I'm never on that bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me
Touch mine it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

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