Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk around these
These niggas is
These niggas is motherfuckin' mortals
I'm push you to supreme bein'
You wanna motherfuckin'
You wanna embrace your destiny
You get by
You wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
it's lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the
Of the motherfuckin' not when the shit is gonna stop

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

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

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

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

I'm from where the streets you
mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New as it peels off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
Never really athletic, but I play for keeps, do you me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a winter
bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on tour bus
a decoy for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
Ciroc boys down to die for
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, made me
Touch mine until even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the with Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

Fuck you wanna about?
Fuckin' jewelries and and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their walls
And fuckin' niggas 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 will set you free