Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Smiling

Don't
Getting their
in the pot
Baby do it

I'm from Chicago, nobody's
Niggas on Stoney Island
Where the chief and the president from
Pop out, pop pills, pop
On the deck the ops come
Pop some, ops run
This ain't a game nigga, no options
Nigga on the block like an auction
Dig into my pockets, see a
Where the money and the is where the guys is
Godfathers in a loches, at the spot holding like a hostage
She ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon

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

Face on with no hashtags
big ass trash bags tagged hash
Out here sipping
Fake ass gangster, quick to a fag's cash
Five versus six, Wars
No stickers, real bullet in car doors
Out of ten that was shot, 7 ate 9's
Two 8's, and one 45
get to 23, numbers game
Then here come the
But they won't say no
Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the
I take my check and spread my royalties around
Popes, bishops, disciples,
Counts, princes, lords, queens and
They on my land but ain't no order to be found
I might be part of the
I guess they tryna prove they can back that shit up
Most of them even moonwalk
My cousin bum jay don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk
Is there a casting at the crib I don't know about?
So many shortys have out for the role
That's why he out and ride out with the pole
Now I see how my daddy the dark day he
that black power didn't keep the lights on
Right on, the dearly departed still to you
Looking for yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on
How long will they me after I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone
A crash, a head on collision affects both riders the
Good music in the building, we got ghost riders
They just ghosts