Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to of a hit?
To be at the top, how much do I gotta pick?
How M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't 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 publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should 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 How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

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

2]
I it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the dignified
Your life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on 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 shit pores
That spend all day eating, then shit some
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
even get more shit to afford
Seventy on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only when it's hit
That something I said must got under your skin
me, how real can I get?
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
'Cause can't do shit

Who I ride
Clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

In search of greater