Luyện nghe bài hát NOBODY ON E

Fuck is you doing,
in the building with me

(Leek, fye right there)
go

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 with the
He he gangster, gon' die when we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' 12 on the block
Now we paid just to go on the stage

YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm
on my face that got caught in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the
Give me a year, cop me a maze
Stay in mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't games but I damn sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know finish
Shе want a body and I want a
Robbin' and
Home of the murderers and some of the
I just be chilling, get in my feelings
They know I'm hard but don't admit
Niggas be hating but I go and get it
I'm in the trap, bitch 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
the bullshit, I can't fuck with at all
they the law
I want the plain Richard Millie, I want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't no static
Elliot jewelry, my Atlantic
out my mind on a whole 'nother 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, ride with the heat
He he gangster, gon' die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we paid just to go on the stage

Catch him and off his limbs
these pints and I'm poppin' these pills
I keep the lil' thotties
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 they gon'
I her pull up and she got excited
Free my lil' dawg, got
I'm to crash out, ain't startin' a riot
I really came out the jungle lions
Speak on my name and them bullets, flyin'
Stay down and ran that up out the gate
Traps keep on calling, they don't wait
Spot in LA and it with a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the money made

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