Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: Tech
said I really don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the find any dough
Climb in these hoes, he will shine when he flow
What are you to? The music I'm giving to you
Is killing the muthafuckas you 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
I'mma wake up, everybody break up, the
We do it for real and never do fakers, us
Tecca Nina spending up in Vegas
Got the mule and 40 decades ago
Nigga, I'm a vet, to grow, look at it
we city to city, Tech pays the dough
Watching my bullet lay ya low
Next way to go and she with it so let's lay the
These bustas be so funny, they all shakin' I rip
But in my face, be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it when I flip
When they know my flow is money, is bogus so go get from me
Man, I'm over this, how they grungy they all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, till air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and there
I'm gonna push this hip-hop music to the till I be mayor
They don't give a fuck if I swear, 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 nobody gives a what I say, who I am)
(Nobody cares) Nobody
bright lights, show 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 crazy
A workaholic with a bit of halo-lo
Paint so pro I can't go prone
You better get a step and let the maintenance
I kick in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving every 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 I came to drop 'em down a whole lot of stairs
so rare, I'm a topper, don't stare
Cause ya know, cares

3: Godemis]
Catch bullet, who's the receiver?
I learn how to follow a leader
In of a medical reticle bleeder
You give a flying fuck, well, me neither
Maybe I'm overthinking it, look at the way I'm 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 don't shit to y'all
My pedal's to the metal and 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?
give two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it, ma--

[Verse 4:
Is it that my shit's too
Is it that these come naturally?
Is it we the chosen ones
And never get picked so you act like a bitch?
Tell me why cause you're me feel bad
Can we all get Don't be mad
Carry on, it, bring the feedback
I feel so at home the odds'll be stacked
Crash course into music
Better yo' muthafuckin' instincts
Cause suits are scared of what's different
Until it's on top of hit lists
And that's why the fiction
And Music's here to reign, bitches
We killed the opposition
All our fans are fuckin' hellicious

[Verse 5:
Sometimes, if you say the word, the falls
On deaf ears and peers half, forget it
It feels like care until you stare
Back apathetic, and pathetic
Matter fact, not in my rap genetics
the fuck you was after, get it
The law of magnetic attraction'll come and
Reaction, dog, you only to let it
Act upon my instinct I set the bar
Let the cards fall 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 here should know
That I've had a passion and purpose
It's far a theory, yo
But y'all don't me though, uh

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

6: Stevie Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, hear the
We bound, what I now? Rush time!
Stage killer fuckin' with a main
But the Strange nigga, Brotha Lynch, gon' 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!

7: Krizz Kaliko]
get off my own dick, nigga, if you get off it
I'm sick, nigga, puke it off, and in my lane, to walk it
Independent nigga who's the boss to loss
And, if ya get offended, a move's 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) that he could be in the seat
And takin' off his feet about it and tweet about it
Reppin', me and the Tech, nigga, we
When we done, wish we never 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 nigga's lunch, Psilocybin
Man, it