Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Smiling

Don't
Getting trap
in the pot
Baby do it

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

In the Chi ain't a damn funny
of ways to get money
Drive down Lake Shore, scheming how to make
If we ain't eating together what is this for
Ain't nobody it, that's what we take for
Niggas is broke, what I to brake for
of ice, lazers and lice
Let the chains glow heavy, we for em twice
Made for the life, all out we out of bounds
Bars and guns, got a lot of rounds
Tripping you from out of town
The four pound will leave you on the ground a sound
Ain't no fathers round, of anarchy
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand
At the party the thots with the extra body
I'm in the inner city, an out of body experience

Face on T-shirts with no
Just big ass trash tagged hash
Out here trill
Fake ass gangster, quick to take a cash
versus six, Star Wars
No stickers, bullet holes in car doors
Out of ten that was shot, 7 ate 9's
Two 8's, and one 45
Tryna get to 23, numbers
Then here the fame
But they say no names
Are these celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the
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 to be found
I might be of the problem
I guess they tryna prove they can back that shit up
of them can't even moonwalk
My cousin bum jay don't know what he did when he introduced that goon talk
Is a Scarface casting at the crib I don't know about?
So shortys have tried out for the role
That's why he slide out and ride out with the
Now I see how my felt the dark day he
Discovered that black power didn't keep the on
on, the dearly departed still rapping to you
Looking for yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on
How long will 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, yeah we got riders
They just ghosts