Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: Tech
They said I don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the N9na find any
Climb in these hoes, he never 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
Some of you get it, but a lot of you let it
Cause you know it get up into your woman, I'mma wet it
I'mma wake up, 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 city to city, Tech pays the
Watching my bullet lay ya low
Next way to go and she with it so let's lay the
These be so funny, they all shakin' when I rip
But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, fake it when I
When they know my is money, y'all is bogus so go get from me
Man, I'm this, how they 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 gonna push hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
They don't give a fuck if I swear, this the goddamn to "Nobody Cares"

Krizz Kaliko, (Crystal Watson) & (Tech N9ne)]
Everything in my head, all words that I said
(Nobody cares) Nobody
(And nobody 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 face of the pair
This facts, ain't nobody gotta say no
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 get a step and let the maintenance know
That I in doors and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving minute that I grace this show
Game beater, ain't
Every word said to me is "damn", diva
heater, flame speaker
¡MAYDAY! mace, they liters
Wavin' all out I'm tearing the crowd
They know I came to drop 'em down a whole lot of
so rare, I'm a topper, don't stare
Cause ya know, cares

3: Godemis]
Catch bullet, who's the receiver?
I never learn how to follow a
In of a medical reticle bleeder
You don't a flying fuck, well, me neither
Maybe I'm it, look at the way I'm linkin' it
With words, I'm a
Got plenty of fuel, I pity the
And tell 'em ridicule is the of genius
And I mean this, like I this
but it don't mean shit to y'all
My pedal's to the metal and they ready
They said it, I'm coming to get it till I hit the
all, of the
Placement of tables a bit, so who the fuck's turn is it?
Couldn't two shits, see, I'm not concerned with it, ma--

[Verse 4:
Is it my shit's too catchy?
Is it that these hits come
Is it that we the ones
And y'all never get picked so you act like a
Tell me why cause you're 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
Crash course music business
Better trust yo' muthafuckin'
Cause these are scared of what's different
it's banging on top of hit lists
And that's why the fiction
And Music's here to reign, bitches
We the whole opposition
All our fans are fuckin' hellicious

5: Ubiquitous]
Sometimes, if you say the word, the falls
On deaf ears and peers half, forget it
It feels like nobody'll care until you
Back apathetic, and that's
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 have to let it
Act upon my instinct I set the bar
Let the cards fall where they may
52, now pick it up, I, the mess
yes, that's where they stay
No, fear to show, I'm to go
Anybody who ever been here should know
That I've always had a and purpose
It's far a theory, yo
But y'all hear me though, uh

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

6: Stevie Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, the remix
We bound, I mean now? Rush time!
Stage killer fuckin' with a main
But the other 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 the boss refuse to loss
And, if ya get offended, a move's an option
On the low (low), too many is peepin'
We frequently eat up a piece of fajita, think he to me
I let him know (know) that he be in the seat
And off his feet about it and I'mma tweet about it
Reppin', me and the Tech, nigga, we
we done, they wish we never left it
And I'm guessin' you never had to pull out weapon
I'm the next best, give 'em a (okay)
The way we eat a nigga's lunch, Psilocybin
Man, it