Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last words my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, shivers
Drug money, figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
Only riders on my rider, murder rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
Still solo, Under still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the
in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

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

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

I'm from where the test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' more snitches
We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what like
And I'm never on that bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for
My ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until even keel
Like I'm every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

tryna save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

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