Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

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 M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
I was a git, fuck with my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too substances
How streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck with dreams

Who I for?
Definitely not no niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we know your IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

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

Who I for?
niggas, call you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma the shit that I sow

In of something greater