Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Cares [The Remix]

[Verse 1: N9ne]
They I really don't rhyme anymore
And dreaded the moment the N9na find any
Climb in these hoes, he never will when he flow
are you listening 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 when it get up into woman, I'mma wet it
wake up, everybody break up, the haters
We do it for and never do fakers, amaze us
Nina spending cake up in Vegas
Got the and 40 acres decades ago
Nigga, I'm a vet, to grow, look at it
When we city to city, Tech pays the
my lyrical bullet lay ya low
Next way to go and she with it so lay the flow
These bustas be so funny, they all when I rip
But in my face, they be so chummy, nigga, y'all, it when I flip
they know my flow is money, y'all 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, Donny air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie Stone, Ubi and there
I'm push this hip-hop music to the fullest till I be mayor
They don't give a fuck if I swear, this the remix to "Nobody Cares"

Krizz Kaliko, (Crystal Watson) & (Tech N9ne)]
Everything in my head, all these words that I
(Nobody cares) cares
(And nobody a damn 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:
Stare in the face of the pair
This facts, nobody gotta say no more
I been breaking my back, while you crazy relaxed
A workaholic a bit of crooked halo-lo
so pro that I can't go prone
You better get a step and let the know
That I kick in and get to stickin' whores
All cause I'm loving every minute that I grace this
beater, ain't sweeter
Every word they said to me is "damn",
heater, flame speaker
¡MAYDAY! mace, they spray
Wavin' all out cause I'm tearing the
know I came to drop '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 give a flying fuck, well, me neither
Maybe I'm overthinking it, look at the way I'm it
words, I'm a seamstress
Got plenty of fuel, I the fool
And tell 'em is the burden of genius
And I mean this, like I this
Coming but it mean shit to y'all
My pedal's to the and whenever 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 give two shits, see, I'm not with it, ma--

[Verse 4:
Is it that my too catchy?
Is it that these hits naturally?
Is it we the chosen ones
And never get picked so you act like a bitch?
me why cause you're making me feel bad
Can we all get Don't be mad
Carry on, fuck it, the feedback
I feel so at home where the odds'll be
Crash course into business
trust yo' muthafuckin' instincts
Cause these suits are of what's different
it's banging on top of hit lists
And why the industry's fiction
And Strange here to reign, bitches
We the whole opposition
All cause our are fuckin' hellicious

5: Ubiquitous]
Sometimes, if you say the word, the falls
On deaf and peers into half, forget it
It feels nobody'll care until you stare
Back apathetic, and pathetic
Matter fact, not in my rap genetics
Whatever the you was after, get it
The law of magnetic come and cause
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
That I've always had a and purpose
It's far a theory, yo
But y'all don't me though, uh

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

6: Stevie Stone]
Muthafucka, in the meanwhile, hear the
We bound, I mean now? Rush time!
Stage killer fuckin' a main nigga
But the other nigga, Brotha 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, puke it off, and in my lane, refuse to 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) that he could be in the seat
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 never 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