Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk around these
These niggas is
niggas is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to bein'
You wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin'
Where it's
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is stop

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

"Blast for me" the last words my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' on their 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 feeling it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed a kilo like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

Mama's save me
But she don't know I'm save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got 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 them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up your got mind!

I'm from where the test you
mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
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 as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
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 boys down to die for
My ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until it's keel
I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic 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 tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this
You're nobody 'til somebody 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' mansions niggas got
can't 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