Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: N9ne]
They said I don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the find any dough
Climb in these hoes, he never will when he flow
What are you listening to? The music I'm to you
Is the muthafuckas you kick it and jiggle it to
of you get it, but a lot of you never let it
Cause you know it get up into your woman, I'mma wet it
I'mma wake up, everybody break up, the
We do it for real and do fakers, amaze us
Tecca Nina spending up in Vegas
Got the mule and 40 decades ago
Nigga, I'm a vet, made to grow, at it
When we city to city, pays the dough
Watching my lyrical lay ya low
Next way to go and she it so let's lay the flow
These bustas be so funny, all shakin' when I rip
But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, it when I flip
When they know my flow is money, is bogus so go get from me
Man, I'm over this, how grungy when they all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, till air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and Godi
I'm push this hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
They don't give a if I swear, this the goddamn remix to "Nobody Cares"

[Hook: Kaliko, (Crystal Watson) & (Tech N9ne)]
Everything in my head, all these words that I
(Nobody cares) cares
(And gives a damn what I say, who I am)
(Nobody cares) cares
bright lights, show my life (nobody cares)
(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)

[Verse 2:
Stare in the of the careless pair
This facts, nobody gotta say no more
I breaking my back, while you been crazy relaxed
A workaholic with a bit of crooked
Paint so pro that I go prone
You better get a and let the maintenance know
I kick in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving every that I grace this show
Game beater, ain't
Every they said to me is "damn", diva
heater, flame speaker
¡MAYDAY! mace, they liters
Wavin' all out cause I'm the crowd
They know I came to 'em down a whole lot of stairs
Rockin' so rare, I'm a topper, don't
Cause ya know, nobody

[Verse 3:
Catch this bullet, the receiver?
I never learn how to a leader
In of a medical reticle bleeder
You don't a flying fuck, well, me neither
I'm overthinking it, look at the way I'm linkin' it
With words, I'm a
Got plenty of fuel, I the fool
And 'em ridicule is the burden of genius
And I mean this, I seen this
Coming but it don't mean shit to
My to the metal and whenever they ready
They it, I'm coming to get it till I hit the wall
all, of the
Placement of tables a bit, so who the fuck's turn is it?
Couldn't give two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it,

[Verse 4:
Is it that my shit's too
Is it that these hits come
Is it that we the chosen
And never get picked so you act like a bitch?
Tell me why cause making me feel bad
Can we all get along? be mad
Carry on, it, bring the feedback
I feel so at home the odds'll be stacked
Crash into music business
Better trust yo' muthafuckin'
these suits are scared of what's different
Until banging on top of hit lists
And why the industry's fiction
And Strange here to reign, bitches
We killed the opposition
All cause our fans are fuckin'

5: Ubiquitous]
Sometimes, if you say the word, the word
On deaf ears and peers half, forget it
It feels like care until you stare
apathetic, and that's pathetic
Matter fact, it's not in my rap
Whatever the you was after, get it
The law of magnetic attraction'll come and
Reaction, dog, you only to let it
Act my instinct when I set the bar
Let the fall where they may play
52, now it up, I, make the mess
Maybe yes, that's where stay
No, to show, I'm clear to go
Anybody else who ever been here know
That I've always had a and purpose
It's far a theory, yo
But y'all hear me though, uh

[Bridge: Stone] (x2)
Eeeee! Hit 'em the muthafucka
don't wanna come, with the N9ne
get 'em, Kaliko, ¡MAYDAY!, Ces Cru
Strangeland, we mix all wit' em

[Verse 6: Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, hear the
We bound, what I now? Rush time!
Stage killer with a main nigga
But the other Strange nigga, Brotha Lynch, cut 'em up!
Come in a noose, ya (cover contusions), movement
(The kid is a problem, yet, he a nuisance)
All on my dick, nigga!

[Verse 7: Krizz
get off my own dick, nigga, if you get off it
I'm sick, nigga, puke it off, and in my lane, refuse to it
Independent who's the boss refuse to loss
And, if ya get offended, bust a move's an
On the low (low), too many people is
We eat up a piece of fajita, think he equal to me
I let him know (know) he could be in the seat
And off his feet about it and I'mma tweet about it
Reppin', me and the Tech, nigga, we
When we done, they wish we left it
And I'm you never had to pull out your weapon
I'm the best, give 'em a lesson (okay)
The way we eat a lunch, Psilocybin combusts
Man, it