Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So it's bang, no
riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a
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 a kilo like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

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

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

I'm from the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
Never athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the fillin' with more snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna 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 ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a nigga off, how my nigga net worths

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

Fuck you talk about?
jewelries 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 will set you