Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

Lines pop bottles of Mo, bonin' 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 prevent lop side, I never the door
To never get shitted on don to put my faith in
Never let my information leak through my fore
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 while guns get tossed
Niggas live by the law they die by the law
Then I by the gat and I'm a die by that

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

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, likes me everybody hates me
Do I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch 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 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 frankly I pulled out and left his ass

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

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

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

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

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

I'm putting holes in your like 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 keep distance

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

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

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
Do 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
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 into
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 catch me run