Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk around roaches
These is roaches
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna you to supreme bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace 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 gonna

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

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

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

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

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin'
really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' 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
boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, it real, homie, made me filthy
mine until it's even keel
Like I'm every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

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