Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: Tech
They said I don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the find any dough
Climb in these hoes, he never will shine he flow
What are you to? The music I'm giving 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 up, the haters
We do it for real and do fakers, amaze us
Tecca Nina spending up in Vegas
Got the mule and 40 acres ago
Nigga, I'm a vet, to grow, look at it
When we city to city, Tech 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, be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it when I flip
When they know my flow is money, y'all is bogus so go get me
Man, I'm over this, how they grungy when all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, till air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stone, Ubi and Godi 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) Nobody
(And gives a damn what I say, who I am)
(Nobody cares) Nobody
These bright lights, show my (nobody cares)
(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)

[Verse 2:
Stare in the face of the pair
This facts, nobody gotta say no more
I breaking my back, while you been crazy relaxed
A with a bit of crooked halo-lo
Paint so pro that I go prone
You better get a step and let the maintenance
That I in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving every that I grace this show
beater, ain't sweeter
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 drop 'em a whole lot of stairs
Rockin' so rare, I'm a topper, don't
ya know, nobody cares

[Verse 3:
Catch bullet, who's the receiver?
I learn how to follow a leader
In need of a reticle bleeder
You give 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 this, like I seen this
Coming but it don't mean to y'all
My pedal's to the metal and whenever ready
They said it, I'm to get it till I hit the wall
all, of the
Placement of turn a bit, so who the fuck's turn is it?
Couldn't give two shits, see, I'm not concerned it, ma--

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

[Verse 5:
Sometimes, if you say the word, the falls
On deaf and peers into half, forget it
It feels like nobody'll until you stare
Back apathetic, and that's
fact, it's not in my rap genetics
Whatever the you was after, get it
The law of magnetic attraction'll come and
Reaction, dog, you have to let it
Act my instinct when I set the bar
Let the fall where they may play
52, now pick it up, I, the mess
Maybe yes, that's they stay
No, fear to show, I'm to go
Anybody else who been here should know
I've always 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

[Verse 6: Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, the remix
We bound, what I mean now? time!
Stage killer fuckin' 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, to walk it
Independent nigga who's the boss refuse to
And, if ya get offended, a move's an option
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) that he could be in the
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 guessin' you had to pull out your weapon
I'm the next best, 'em a lesson (okay)
The way we eat a nigga's lunch, combusts
Man, it