Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

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

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

No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a cause
it stash while your guns get tossed
Niggas live by the law then die by the law
I live 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 catch me with rats
QB where I my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and know the rest

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

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

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

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 thought you was a drug dealer thug
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, 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, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

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

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

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

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

That's why 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 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, sneak 'em 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 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 catch me run

Ayyo, likes 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