Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' around these roaches
These niggas is
These niggas is mere mortals
I'm push you to supreme bein'
You don't motherfuckin'
You wanna embrace your destiny
You get by
You don't go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is stop

tryna save me
But she don't know I'm save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, 'til I got paper
nobody 'til somebody kills you

"Blast for me" the last from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, murder rate
Stalkin' on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, 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 with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays

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

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

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New as it peels off
penetrates the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm countin'
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with snitches
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners like
And I'm never on that bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the 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, the deal with Steven Hill
We City of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my nigga net

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

Fuck you wanna talk
Fuckin' and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fuckin' art niggas ain't got on their fuckin' walls
And fuckin' mansions ain't got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone their fuckin' staff,
You tell the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth will set you