Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

Mama's save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this
You're nobody 'til somebody you

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

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

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

I'm from where the 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
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me?
The mortician, the morgue with more snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on tour bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc down to die for Diddy
My ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven
We Magic City of the
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

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