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 rich, ain't nobody on E
do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta with the heat
He think he gangster, die when we met
Don't got no 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
Twin on my face got caught in the raid
I'm free all my dawgs out the cage
me a year, I'ma cop me a maze
Stay in thе mall, call it stuck in my
I don't play games but I damn make plays
Plus if I it, I know I'ma finish
Shе a body and I want a milli'
and killin'
Home of the murderers and of the realest
I be chilling, can't get in my feelings
know I'm hard but don't wanna 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 count if you broke and you
Walk in the mall, ballin', Wall
She keep on texting, I'm her call
Dodging the bullshit, I fuck with at all
callin' the law
I the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't want no
Elliot jewelry, my Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole planet

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

Catch him and chop off his
Sipping pints and I'm poppin' these pills
I keep the lil' thotties
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my
ain't court, we don't judge bitches for bodies
I was too high, I just in the lobby
Put it Post-It, I know gon' copy
I told her pull up and she got
Free my lil' dawg, got
I'm ready to out, ain't startin' a riot
I really came out the with lions
on my name and them bullets, they flyin'
Stay down and ran that up out the gate
Traps on calling, they don't wanna wait
Spot in LA and it came with a
I'm quarantine clean, now the well made

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole rich, ain't nobody on E
do no cappin', I came out them streets
It could be cold, gotta with the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die 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