Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: N9ne]
They said I really don't rhyme
And the moment the N9na find any dough
Climb in these hoes, he never will when he flow
are you listening to? The music I'm giving to you
Is killing the you kick it and jiggle it to
of you get it, but a lot of you never let it
Cause you know when it get up into your woman, wet it
wake up, everybody break up, the haters
We do it for and never do fakers, amaze us
Tecca Nina spending up in Vegas
Got the and 40 acres decades ago
Nigga, I'm a vet, made to grow, at it
When we to city, Tech pays the dough
my lyrical bullet lay ya low
Next way to go and she it so let's lay the flow
These bustas be so funny, they all shakin' I rip
But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it I flip
When know my flow is money, y'all is bogus so go get from me
Man, I'm over this, how they grungy when all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, Donny air
And I ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and Godi there
I'm gonna this hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
They don't a fuck if I swear, this the goddamn remix to "Nobody Cares"

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

[Verse 2:
in the face of the careless pair
This facts, nobody gotta say no more
I been breaking my back, while you been relaxed
A workaholic a bit of crooked halo-lo
Paint so pro that I can't go
You better get a and let the maintenance know
That I in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm every minute that I grace this show
Game beater, sweeter
Every word they to me is "damn", diva
heater, flame speaker
¡MAYDAY! mace, spray liters
Wavin' all out I'm tearing the crowd
They know I came to drop 'em down a whole lot of
Rockin' so rare, I'm a topper, stare
Cause ya know, nobody

3: Godemis]
Catch this bullet, the receiver?
I never how to follow a leader
In need of a 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 of fuel, I pity the fool
And tell 'em ridicule is the burden of
And I mean this, like I seen
Coming but it mean shit to y'all
My pedal's to the and whenever they ready
said it, I'm coming to get it till I hit the wall
all, of the
Placement of turn a bit, so who the fuck's turn is it?
give two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it, ma--

[Verse 4:
Is it my shit's too catchy?
Is it that hits come naturally?
Is it we the chosen ones
And y'all never get picked so you act like a
me why cause you're making me feel bad
Can we all get along? be mad
Carry on, fuck it, bring the
I feel so at home the odds'll be stacked
Crash into music business
Better yo' muthafuckin' instincts
Cause these suits are of what's different
Until it's on top of hit lists
And that's why the fiction
And Strange Music's here to reign,
We killed the whole
All cause our fans are hellicious

[Verse 5:
Sometimes, if you say the word, the falls
On deaf ears and peers into half, it
It like nobody'll 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 upon my when I set the bar
Let the cards where they may play
52, now pick it up, I, make the
Maybe yes, that's they stay
No, fear to show, I'm to go
Anybody else who ever been should know
That I've always had a passion and
far from a theory, yo
But y'all hear me though, uh

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

[Verse 6: Stevie
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, the remix
We bound, what I mean now? time!
Stage fuckin' with a main nigga
But the other Strange nigga, Lynch, gon' cut 'em up!
in a noose, ya (cover contusions), vertical 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, it off, and in my lane, refuse to walk it
Independent nigga the boss refuse to loss
And, if ya get offended, bust a an option
On the low (low), too people is peepin'
We frequently eat up a piece of fajita, he equal to me
I let him know (know) that he could be in the
And takin' off his 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 guessin' you had to pull out your weapon
I'm the next best, give 'em a (okay)
The way we eat a nigga's lunch, combusts
Man, it