Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

Lines pop bottles of Mo, bonin' ya ho'
Leave 'em open a 20 a blow, fienin' to cop more
Rhymes like nails, spit 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit, it up, sit it on the floor

To prevent lop side, I slam the door
To never get shitted on don to put my in whores
Never let my leak through my fore wall
They say I'm all to sick I screen my calls

No if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause
Keep it stash your guns get tossed
Niggas live by the law they die by the law
I live by the gat and I'm a die by that

Dun, I used to be the tunnel now we express
Son, it's strictly dom bitches never me with rats
QB where I my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and y'all know the

Ayyo, nobody likes me hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, nobody me everybody hates me
Do I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, you ran, started feeling numb in your
Felt something dripping looked down seen arm leaking
You get and start to panic
for you, ya had your track shoes on and blew it

My louder than a Doberman bark
Sober you up, your heart, see where its at
I caught this on tried to shank me
Stupid fuck I pulled out and left his ass soggy

Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't to shake it
Ruger on the left of my hips for maintenance
I fix all your problems, it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya do shit

After you shot, you got all emotional mommy
in emergency throw the dease on me
Squeeller I thought you was a drug thug killer
But at the end you it realer

That's why nobody me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, I leave a last impression when my gets scared
Tying to hang with the elite but a nigga got
When it's time to mellow out straight into stars
Then I sabotage your brain with these 8 balls

With your ice grill making me laugh on behalf
Have a nigga skin graph, I'm out of the ass
you like the ab getting bent off, credit from poppy
Nock niggas when I get like that, so start me

I'm putting holes in your like the pores in the party
And drank [Incomprehensible] with Bacardi
My gun dun step aside the and make heads spin
Are shit, it go to Mobb keep your distance

Fake fucks, keep out using infamous
I'll say it for the last motherfuckin' bitches
Come with your own shit or get and shot
By Queens at the next industry convention

why nobody likes me, everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me everybody me
Do I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me everybody me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me everybody me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun if you catch me run