Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
These is roaches
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm push you to supreme bein'
You don't wanna
You don't wanna your destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin'
it's 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, them niggas tried to me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, figures
Hustlers out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having sushi in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
Only riders on my rider, murder rate
niggas on their 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 feeling it's voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it you sideways, double up, crime pays

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

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

I'm where the streets test you
mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it off
penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin'
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue with more snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna 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 until it's even
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

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

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