Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

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

To prevent lop side, I slam the door
To never get on don to put my faith in whores
Never let my information leak through my wall
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 your guns get
Niggas live by the law then die by the law
Then I live by the gat and I'm a die by

Dun, I used to be the now we regular express
Son, it's dom bitches never catch me with rats
QB where I took my H we rep
leave the projects and y'all know the rest

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 me everybody 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, started numb in your hand
Felt something dripping looked down seen arm leaking
You get and start to panic
Lucky for you, ya had your track shoes on and 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 frankly I pulled out and his ass soggy

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

you shot, you got all emotional with mommy
Laying in emergency throw the on me
Squeeller I thought you was a dealer 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 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 ever me run

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

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

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

Fake fucks, keep coming out using
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 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 big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch 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 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, nobody likes me hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak '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, 'em into clubs
Dun if you ever me run