Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last words my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
money, dollar figures
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
Only riders on my rider, murder rate
Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour still
No wire, on
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a
Gettin' high like it's voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke 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 you sideways, double up, crime pays

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

You fuckin' wanna walk with these niggas?
What the is their culture?
Where the fuck is their at?
defines you?
These with these fuckin' silly looks on their faces
You wanna around 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 is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm sheep
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with 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 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, the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga off, how my nigga net worths

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

Fuck you wanna about?
Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on fuckin' walls
And mansions niggas ain't got
Niggas 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