Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

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

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

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

Dun, I used to be the tunnel now we regular
Son, it's strictly dom bitches catch me with rats
QB I took my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and know the rest

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 hates me
Do I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, you ran, started feeling in your hand
Felt something dripping looked seen your arm leaking
You get excited and to panic
Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and it

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

rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to shake it
Ruger on the left side of my for maintenance
I fix all problems, handle it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do

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

That's why likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever 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 ever me run

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever 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