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 nails, spit 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit, it up, sit it on the floor

To prevent lop side, I slam 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 'cause I my calls

No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a cause
Keep it stash your guns get tossed
Niggas by the law then 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 me with rats
QB where I my first H we rep
Never leave the 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 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, sneak 'em clubs
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 to panic
Lucky for you, ya had your shoes on and blew it

My arch louder than a Doberman
Sober you up, 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 seem to shake it
on the left side of my hips for maintenance
I fix all your problems, it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya won't do

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

why nobody 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, 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, I leave a last impression my shit gets scared
Tying to hang with the elite but a got bought
When time to mellow out stare straight into stars
Then I your brain with these last 8 balls

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

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

Fake fucks, keep coming out using
I'll say it for the last motherfuckin' bitches
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, 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 everybody me
Do 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
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
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
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun if you ever me run