Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last from my nigga
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So it's bang, no
riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
Still solo, Under still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling like it's
Nine lives, SK the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you with me
Go to bed with a like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to
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 tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this
nobody 'til somebody kills you

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

I'm from where the test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the measure
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue with 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 like
And I'm never on that bus
a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for
My niggas for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the with Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

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

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