Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

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

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 behind the facade
Your life's in knots, my life might appear aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you just wanna die a lot)
Well, commence the chords, B.o.B you rich and bored
I say we're just a bunch of piles of shit pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
out like my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's even get more to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only when it's hit
That means something I said got under your skin
Tell me, how can I get?
I said the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
they can't do shit

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

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