Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
These niggas is
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to bein'
You wanna motherfuckin'
You wanna 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 not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

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

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, figures
moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having sushi down in
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So it's bang, no
Only on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
Still solo, Under Armour Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the
in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays

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

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

I'm where the streets 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
penetrates the steel doors, gang 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 more
We kill 'em and 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 that bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
Ciroc boys to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, me filthy
Touch until it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net

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

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