Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of greater
I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas
I'm sick and tired of down designer labels
So I said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just ain't
I'm sick and tired of tryna make myself
So please ask me why my eyes low
'Cause madafucka i could do this with my eyes

1]
How many hits? How many do I gotta take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta get? Don't make any
Ain't that a Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too substances
How many streams? How many themes? How many awards? How rings?
Fuck with these

Who I for?
not no clown-ass niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we know that your IG be lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

2]
I find it odd, niggas saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the dignified
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and
I say we're just a bunch of piles of with pores
That all day eating, then shit some more
I don't want kids, I'm convinced, I'm
out like my dick's a sword
Eight people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler it's hit
That means something I said must got your skin
me, how real can I get?
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause they can't do

Who I for?
Clown-ass niggas, call you
IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

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