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, 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
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just from 12 on the block
Now we getting paid just to go on the

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
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a
Stay in thе mall, call it in my ways
I don't play games but I sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know finish
Shе want a body and I 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 hating but I go and get it
I'm in the trap, that bitch me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you
Walk in the mall, ballin', John
She keep on texting, I'm her call
Dodging the bullshit, I can't with 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 with the
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

Catch him and chop off his
Sipping these pints and I'm poppin' these
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 they gon'
I her pull up and she got excited
Free my lil' dawg, got
I'm ready to crash out, ain't startin' a
I really came out the with lions
Speak on my name and bullets, they flyin'
Stay down and ran that shit up out the
Traps keep on calling, they wanna wait
Spot in LA and it came a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the money well

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I out them 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' from 12 on the
Now we getting just to go on the stage