Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk around roaches
niggas is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your
You get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin'
Where lonely
You can't the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

Mama's save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas tried to me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, born killers, shivers
money, dollar figures
Hustlers out of rentals, art of war is mental
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, rate rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
solo, Under Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a kilo Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it you sideways, double up, crime pays

Mama's tryna me
But she don't know I'm save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

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

I'm from the streets test you
Niggas mix and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue with more snitches
We 'em and taking their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
Ciroc down to die for Diddy
My niggas for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic City of the
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

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

Fuck you wanna talk
jewelries and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fuckin' art niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions niggas got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let their fuckin' staff, nigga
You gotta the truth, man
The set you free, son
The will set you free