Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
money, dollar figures
Hustlers out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having sushi in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, murder rate
Stalkin' niggas on IG's, never; I be
solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' feeling like it's voodoo
lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you with me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it then you sideways, up, crime pays

tryna save me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to me
Man, I got this paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

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

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me?
The mortician, the fillin' with more snitches
We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
bottles 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 boys down to die for
My ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine it's even keel
Like I'm every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

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

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