Luyện nghe bài hát NOBODY ON E

Fuck is you doing,
Bainz in the building me

(Leek, fye right there)
go

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out streets
It could be cold, gotta with the heat
He think he gangster, die when we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was brakin' from 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 all my dawgs out the cage
Give me a year, cop me a maze
in thе mall, call it stuck in my ways
I don't play games but I damn make plays
if I start it, I know I'ma finish
Shе want a and I want a milli'
Robbin' and
Home of the and some of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my
They I'm hard but don't wanna admit
be hating 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 count if you and you pretty
in the mall, ballin', John Wall
She keep on texting, I'm her call
Dodging the bullshit, I can't 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
jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my on a whole 'nother planet

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

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

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