Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta 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, fuck my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
And we, and we know that IG be telling lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

2]
I find it odd, stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots the dignified facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on watch
(Hello? you ever wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say we're just a bunch of of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then shit more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but fuck it, what's a few
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
means 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?
Clown-ass niggas, call you
IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

In search of greater