Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk these roaches
niggas is roaches
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 lonely
You handle the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the not knowin' when the shit is gonna stop

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

"Blast for me" the last words from my
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi down in
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So bang, no survivors
Only riders on my rider, murder rises
Stalkin' niggas on their IG's, I be
Still solo, Under Armour Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine things made me a liar, a
Gettin' high like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, pays

tryna save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them niggas to play me
Man, 'til I got this
You're 'til somebody kills you

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

I'm from the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing penetrates the doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I my prayer as I'm countin' sheep
Never athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue with more snitches
We kill 'em and their bitches, R.I.P
on a winter night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you know what winners like
And I'm on that tour bus
Just a decoy for niggas, the for two of us
Ciroc boys to die for Diddy
My niggas for less, keep it real, homie, made me filthy
Touch mine until it's keel
I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a nigga cast off, how my net worths

Mama's save me
But she know I'm tryna save her
Man, them tried to play me
Man, I got this paper
You're nobody 'til somebody you

you wanna talk about?
Fuckin' jewelries and Bentley's and
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their walls
And fuckin' mansions niggas got
Niggas can't even pay the IRS, let alone fuckin' staff, nigga
You gotta the truth, man
The set you free, son
The truth set you free