Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

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

To prevent lop side, I never the door
To never get on don to put my faith in whores
Never let my leak through my fore 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 by the law then 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 regular
Son, strictly dom bitches never catch me with rats
QB I took my first H we rep
Never leave the and y'all know the rest

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

My arch louder a Doberman bark
you up, challenge 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
on the left side of my hips for maintenance
I fix all problems, handle it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya do shit

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

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 catch 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 ever me run

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

With your ice grill making me laugh on your
Have a skin graph, I'm talking out of the ass
Play you like the ab getting bent off, 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 [Incomprehensible] Bacardi
My gun dun step aside the and make heads spin
Are shit, it go to nigga keep your distance

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

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

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

Ayyo, likes me everybody 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
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, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun if you ever me run