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

No if I'm in the right, I'm a probable cause
it stash while your guns get tossed
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 tunnel now we express
Son, it's dom bitches never catch me with rats
QB I took my first H we rep
Never leave the projects and know the rest

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

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

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

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

Keep rhyming on the Ragu can't seem to it
Ruger on the left of my hips for maintenance
I fix all your problems, it bitch
Use a maytag nigga and ya do shit

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

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

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

With your ice 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 when I get like that, so start me

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

Fake fucks, keep coming out using
I'll say it for the last motherfuckin' bitches
Come with your own shit or get and shot
By Queens bridge at the industry convention

why nobody likes me, everybody hates me
So I got to my gun
We big ones, small ones, sneak 'em into clubs
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 catch me run

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

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

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

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