Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Smiling

Don't
Getting trap
in the pot
Baby do it

I'm from Chicago, smiling
Niggas wyling on Stoney
Where the and the president come from
Pop out, pop pills, pop
On the deck the ops come
Pop some, ops run
ain't a game nigga, ain't no options
Nigga selling on the block like an
Dig my pockets, see a profit
Where the money and the bitches is the guys is
Godfathers in a loches, at the spot money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects posture
I draw the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, gods
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon

In the Chi ain't a thing funny
Thinking of to get money
Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to more
If we ain't together what is this cake for
Ain't nobody giving it, that's we take for
is broke, what I need to brake for
Glaciers of ice, lazers and
Let the chains glow heavy, we for em twice
Made for the life, all out like we out of
Bars and guns, got a lot of rounds
Tripping you from out of town
The four pound will leave you on the ground without a
Ain't no fathers round, sons of
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand
At the party the thots with the extra body
I'm in the inner city, it's an out of experience

on T-shirts with no hashtags
Just big ass trash bags tagged
Out here trill
Fake ass gangster, quick to take a cash
Five versus six, Wars
No stickers, real holes in car doors
Out of ten people was shot, 7 ate 9's
Two 8's, and one 45
Tryna get to 23, game
here come the fame
But won't say no names
Are these way too shy to be loyal to the town
I take my publishing check and my royalties around
Popes, bishops, disciples,
Counts, princes, lords, and kings
They drilling on my land but ain't no order to be
I be part of the problem
I guess they tryna prove they can back that shit up
of them can't even moonwalk
My little cousin bum jay don't know what he did when he introduced that goon
Is there a Scarface casting at the I don't know about?
So many have tried out for the role
That's why he slide out and out with the pole
Now I see how my daddy felt the day he
Discovered that black power didn't keep the on
Right on, the dearly still rapping to you
Looking for some yellow, white, red, black, flesh to write on
How long they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone
A crash, a head on collision both riders the most
Good music in the building, we got ghost riders
They actually ghosts