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 "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
tryna please you, I just ain't capable
I'm and tired of tryna make myself relatable
So don't ask me why my eyes low
'Cause madafucka i could do this my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I take to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta 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, with my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How many do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't make up this shit, I am on too many
How many How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
with these dreams

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

2]
I find it odd, stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you thots behind the dignified facade
life's in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal 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 of shit with pores
That spend all day eating, then some more
I want kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit 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 must got under your skin
me, how real can I get?
I said fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and
they can't do shit

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

In search of something