Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In of something greater
I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas
I'm sick and tired of chasing designer labels
So I said "fuck it, imma up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just capable
I'm sick and tired of tryna make relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
madafucka i could do this with my eyes closed

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

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas stay saying "don't a thot"
But you thots behind the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you just wanna die a lot)
Well, the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored
I say we're just a bunch of piles of with pores
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's 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 something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause they can't do

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

In search of something