Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta take to 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? Ain't I
Sinse I was a git, fuck with my
I was a stubborn kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I gotta 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 themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck these dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, niggas saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the facade
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 a bunch of piles of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out my dick's a sword
Eight billion people, 90% of poor, but fuck it, what's a few more
Let's even get more to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler it's hit
That means something I said must got under skin
me, how real can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
'Cause can't do shit

Who I for?
Clown-ass niggas, you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

In of something greater