Luyện nghe bài hát Sore Losers

So many sore losers keep talk to me
need to focus on winning, stop focusing on me

Thirteen in Portugal, that's arena talk
You still on your Training Day, you Hawke
Rappers with your get rich quick gimmicks
Instead of hating you should on your sixteenth minute
We are not side by side, no split-screen image
I'ma be around like a Springsteen ticket
I'm just bathing in success, I rinse clean with it
I put my foot forward like a Nowitzki pivot
I got blitzkrieg
ain't wastin' no time
But I ain't no money, so I pay 'em no mind
That's a lie, I be
my fault, I'm adjustin' to people spreadin' lies about me
Just hatin' and
For the of discussion, in the hopes of some clout
Shit's been stressful, I just need pretty hoes with some mouth
Put my home in the South, 10K square
Name your favorite now, let's play "where's he?"
chasin' a hit, probably lost in LA
Probably paying for likes, probably paying for
owns a Corolla, but probably rents the Aventador
Business manager furious, like "What the fuck did you spend for?"
Fuck though, I'ma keep on winnin'
I got angels all around me, y'all can keep on
ain't no way y'all are fuckin' up my light light
I spent two million just on taxes, something light

In hindsight, I was right all along, of a don
Writin' songs, all those hooks were a to get on
You see it way before it happens, yes yes
I'ma be the greatest, I won't settle for best
Got your girl in her suit, that's best dressed
Plus she likes girls too like Ellen
class Emirates that's how I'm flyin'
SUVs on the tarmac, how I'm arrivin'
Presidential treatment, ooh this so good
White skin, they can't that I got friends in the hood
I the love songs and melodies throw y'all off
Don't give a fuck about your face tats, we know soft
People we with face tats got them for a reason
You use them for the gang aesthetic, you reachin'
A lot of are poppin' xans and sippin' lean now
A lot of rappers using to teach how
A lot of kids OD'ed that you don't 'bout
'Cause they don't rappers, they just follow fiends now
But I'm the bad guy for it out
I come in clutch the truth, y'all are stallin' it out
I only get in when I say the truth
Which you gettin' fed lies everyday, you fools
Do your before you try and speak on my name
Rappers wearing CZs and leasing the
The classic, I amaze myself
I'm a boss, I'm a owner, I pay myself
Fuck the capes of society, I myself
Even after all the millions bitch, I myself
I take my mom with me, Bugus still right here
New people my buzz got here in a lightyear
Fuck y'all, this a Toy Story
I eat Nigerian, some moimoi for me
Yeah, lot of girls I coulda hit
But I'm the type to pass the pussy to home and cut a hit
Never fuck a at her house, she got exes
I bought a crib, I got guns, I got exits
Cameras at the
Try if you to
Bugus told me, "God they get you, I got you"
I'm an idol, treat me like Billy
Singin' and rappin' goin' platinum, treat me like Drizzy
Take the studio me
Set up shop in the
I've watched a lot of rappers talk but then they flop Belly
There ain't shit you can me, you can save that shit
Fake convos before favors, I that shit
Yesterday turned a 150, 000
I ain't 'bout it
I get that every week allowance
From my catalog
Fuck these rec rappers tryna battle 'Bron
Stay in your lane, is big business
bitch, get back like Chris Bridges
I remember sellin' like six tickets
Now I make the crazy like Sid Vicious
I played it different, coulda silenced all my truths
Coulda buddied up with rappers for the of looking cool
But it's not in me to be fake, I do it
I can see it, man this game is translucent
They the truth for the headline drama
Clicks create traffic, traffic creates
The sheep believe it, they up on game yet
rides ain't as fun to watch as trainwrecks (damn)
Controversy is currency, is clout
That's why my keep my name in their mouth
are hopeless, this is a decade of devotion
It's hard to stop my movement I'm already in motion
This luck, this is by design
I had to work in the dark for my to shine
A lot of people are dope, just quit too soon
A lot of rappers go broke, 'cause they got rich too (damn)
My confidence plus my success is just a mirror for
It forces them to look around and see what they haven't
That's a for any hater, y'all are mad at yourselves
Judging move I make, y'all distractin' yourselves
You do this shit too if you wanted
But you would rather sit around and and make comments
Oh well, suit yourself, be
I'm in a jet, that's the visual
I saw this in my hoodie with the plaid flannel
I bet on myself, yeah I had to
I feel like I'm half god, mammal
Bitch I turned my life into the Channel
I'm not home, I'm in
With heated and the beds with the soft foam
It's like clockwork watching sore losers poke their out
Every time I big myself up, get stressed out
I'm the best out, I said it
millionaire, you know what's up with the credits
I'm the best out, I said it
Self-made millionaire, you know what's up with the

Bitch,
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