Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm tryna you to supreme bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your
You get by
You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is stop

Mama's tryna me
But she don't know I'm tryna her
Man, niggas tried 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, killers, body shivers
money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi 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 IG's, never; I be
solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high like it's voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays

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

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

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me?
The mortician, the fillin' with more snitches
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a night
Black when 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 down to die for Diddy
My niggas for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until it's keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, the deal with Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

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

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