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
the chief and the president come from
Pop out, pop pills, pop
On the when the ops come
Pop some, ops run
This ain't a nigga, ain't no options
Nigga selling on the like an auction
Dig my pockets, see a profit
Where the money and the is where the guys is
Godfathers in a loches, at the spot money like a hostage
She went ostrich, the projects with posture
I draw with the like an artist
Getting paper no margins, money gods
I do it for Hadiya and Trayvon

In the Chi ain't a damn thing
Thinking of to get money
Drive down Lake Shore, how to make more
If we ain't eating what is this cake for
Ain't nobody giving it, what we take for
Niggas is broke, what I to brake for
of ice, lazers and lice
Let the glow heavy, we paid for em twice
for the life, all out like we out of bounds
Bars and guns, niggas got a lot of
like you from out of town
The four will leave you on the ground without a sound
Ain't no round, sons of anarchy
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and larceny
At the party with the with the extra body
I'm in the city, it's an out of body experience

on T-shirts with no hashtags
Just big ass trash tagged hash
Out here trill
Fake ass gangster, quick to a fag's cash
Five versus six, Wars
No stickers, bullet holes in car doors
Out of ten people was shot, 7 ate 9's
Two 8's, and one 45
Tryna get to 23, numbers
Then come the fame
But they say no names
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, and kings
drilling on my land but ain't no order to be found
I might be of the problem
I guess they just tryna prove they can that shit up
Most of them even moonwalk
My little cousin bum jay don't know what he did when he introduced that talk
Is a Scarface casting at the crib I don't know about?
So many shortys have out for the role
That's why he slide out and ride out with the
Now I see how my daddy felt the day he
Discovered that black didn't keep the lights on
Right on, the dearly still rapping to you
for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to write on
How long will they mourn me I'm out of mind, out of sight, gone
A crash, a head on affects both riders the most
Good music in the building, yeah we got ghost
They actually ghosts