Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk around roaches
These is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm push you to supreme bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the dark
it's lonely
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 niggas tried to me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the words from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, shivers
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi down in
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, rate rises
niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a
Gettin' feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK 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 creed to
Pretty in the driveway
If you cut it you sideways, double up, crime pays

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

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

I'm from where the test you
Niggas mix and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang 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 morgue fillin' with more
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 for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for
My niggas for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch until it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a nigga off, how my nigga net worths

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

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