Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk these roaches
These is roaches
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna your destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin'
Where it's
You can't the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' the shit is gonna stop

Mama's tryna 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

"Blast for me" the last from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having sushi down in
like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
riders on my rider, murder rate 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
high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
in the 'Rari, still B-I double 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 tryna her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're nobody 'til kills you

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

I'm where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
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 my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
Never athletic, but I play 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 know what like
And I'm on that tour bus
a decoy 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 mine it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net

Mama's tryna me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody somebody kills you

Fuck you talk about?
jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions ain't 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