Luyện nghe bài hát NOBODY ON E

Fuck is you doing,
Bainz in the building me

(Leek, that's fye there)
go

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't on E
do no cappin', I came out them streets
It be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He he gangster, gon' die when we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we paid just to go on the stage

YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm
Twin on my face that got caught in the
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a
Stay in thе mall, call it in my ways
I don't play but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I it, I know I'ma finish
Shе want a and I want a milli'
Robbin' and
of the murderers and some of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my
They know I'm hard but don't admit
Niggas be but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm
Bitch, it don't if you broke and you pretty
Walk in the mall, ballin', John
She keep on texting, I'm missin' her
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck at all
callin' the law
I the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't no static
Elliot jewelry, my water
Geeked out my mind on a whole planet

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta ride the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die we met
Don't got no bitch but I 'em on fleek
I was just from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the

him and chop off his limbs
Sipping these pints and I'm these pills
I keep the baddest lil'
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my
This court, we don't judge bitches for bodies
I was too high, I slept in the lobby
Put it Post-It, I know gon' copy
I told her up and she got excited
Free my dawg, got indicted
I'm ready to crash out, ain't startin' a
I really came out the jungle with
Speak on my name and them bullets, flyin'
Stay down and ran that shit up out the
keep on calling, they don't wanna wait
Spot in LA and it came a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the well made

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, ain't on E
do no cappin', I came out them streets
It be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die we met
Don't got no bitch but I 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we getting paid just to go on the