Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar
moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having sushi in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, rate rises
Stalkin' on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling like it's
Nine lives, SK with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed a kilo like 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 save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

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

I'm where the streets 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 Mercedes as it off
Nothing the steel 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 kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
Black bottles when I'm like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on that bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me
Touch until it's even keel
I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a nigga off, how my nigga net worths

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

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