Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

Lines pop like bottles of Mo, ya ho'
Leave 'em like a 20 a blow, fienin' to cop more
Rhymes rusty like nails, spit 'em catch 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 sick 'cause I my calls

No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable
Keep it stash while your guns get
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 now we regular express
Son, it's strictly dom bitches never catch me with
QB I took my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and y'all the rest

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

Ayyo, you ran, feeling numb in your hand
Felt something dripping looked down your arm leaking
You get excited and start to
Lucky for you, ya had your track on and blew it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ayyo, likes 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, nobody likes me 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 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