Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Likes Me

Lines pop like bottles of Mo, ya ho'
Leave 'em like a 20 a blow, fienin' to cop more
Rhymes rusty like nails, 'em catch lock jaw
Cook shit, it up, sit it on the floor

To lop side, I never slam the door
To get shitted on don to put my faith in whores
Never let my information leak through my fore
They say I'm all to sick I screen my calls

No matter if I'm in the right, I'm a probable
Keep it stash while your guns get
Niggas live by the law then die by the law
I live by the gat and I'm a die by that

Dun, I used to be the now we regular express
Son, it's strictly dom bitches never catch me rats
QB where I took my H we rep
Never leave the and y'all know the rest

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
Do I got to my gun
We carry big ones, ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, you ran, started feeling numb in your
Felt dripping looked down seen your arm leaking
You get and start to panic
Lucky for you, ya had track shoes on and blew it

My arch louder than a bark
Sober you up, challenge heart, see where its at
I caught on dude tried to shank me
Stupid fuck frankly I pulled out and left his ass

Keep on the Ragu can't seem to shake it
on the left side of my hips for maintenance
I fix all your problems, handle it
Use a maytag and ya won't do shit

you shot, you got all emotional with mommy
Laying in emergency the dease on me
Squeeller I thought you was a drug dealer thug
But at the end you it realer

why nobody likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, I leave a impression when my shit gets scared
Tying to with the elite but a nigga got bought
When it's to mellow out stare straight into stars
I sabotage your brain with these last 8 balls

With ice grill making me laugh on your behalf
a nigga skin graph, I'm talking out of the ass
Play you like the ab getting off, credit from poppy
Nock niggas down I get like that, so start me

I'm putting in your body like the pores in the party
And drank your [Incomprehensible] Bacardi
My gun dun aside the place and make heads spin
Are shit, it go to Mobb nigga keep your

fucks, keep coming out using infamous
I'll say it for the last time bitches
Come with own shit or get stomped and shot
By Queens bridge at the next convention

That's why likes me, everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me everybody me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me hates me
Do I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em clubs
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, nobody me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun, if you catch me run

Ayyo, nobody likes me everybody me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into
Dun, if you ever me run

Ayyo, likes me everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We carry big ones, ones, sneak 'em into clubs
Dun if you ever me run