Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

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

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

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

I'm where 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 Mercedes as it off
Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin'
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue with more snitches
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna what winners like
And I'm on that tour bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
boys 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 with Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

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