Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
niggas is roaches
These niggas is motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna you to supreme bein'
You wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
You can't the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not when the shit is gonna stop

Mama's tryna me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, 'til I got this
You're nobody somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, killers, body shivers
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an soldier, nowhere to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only on my rider, murder rate rises
niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you with me
Go to bed with a kilo Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the creed to
cars in the driveway
If you cut it you sideways, double up, crime pays

Mama's tryna me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, niggas tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody somebody kills you

You fuckin' wanna walk around these niggas?
What the fuck is their
the fuck is their souls at?
What you?
These niggas with fuckin' silly looks on their faces
You wanna walk with them or you wanna walk with God, nigga!
Make up got damn mind!

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin'
Never athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the fillin' with more snitches
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on that bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until it's even
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

tryna save me
But she don't I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
You're 'til somebody kills you

Fuck you wanna about?
Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that ain't got on their fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their staff, nigga
You tell the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth set you free