Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody's Smiling

Don't
Getting trap
in the pot
Baby do it

I'm from Chicago, nobody's
Niggas wyling on Stoney
Where the chief and the president come
Pop out, pop pills, pop
On the deck when the ops
Pop some, ops run
This ain't a game nigga, no options
Nigga selling on the block like an
Dig my pockets, see a profit
Where the and the bitches is where the guys is
Godfathers in a loches, at the spot holding money like a
She went ostrich, from the with posture
I draw with the like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money
I do it for Hadiya and Martin

In the Chi ain't a damn thing
Thinking of ways to get
Drive down Lake Shore, how to make more
If we ain't eating what is this cake for
Ain't nobody giving it, that's we take for
Niggas is broke, I need to brake for
of ice, lazers and lice
Let the chains heavy, we paid for em twice
Made for the life, all out we out of bounds
and guns, niggas got a lot of rounds
Tripping like you from out of
The four pound will leave you on the ground without a
Ain't no fathers round, sons of
Fighting attempts, trafficking, and grand
At the party with the thots with the extra
I'm in the inner city, it's an out of experience

on T-shirts with no hashtags
Just big ass trash bags tagged
Out here trill
Fake ass gangster, to take a fag's cash
versus six, Star Wars
No stickers, real holes in car doors
Out of ten that was shot, 7 ate 9's
Two 8's, and one 45
Tryna get to 23, game
Then here the fame
But they say no names
Are celebrities way too shy to be loyal to the town
I take my publishing check and spread my royalties
Popes, bishops, disciples,
Counts, princes, lords, queens and
They drilling on my land but no order to be found
I might be of the problem
I guess they just tryna prove they can back shit up
Most of them can't even
My little cousin bum jay know what he did when he introduced that goon talk
Is there a Scarface casting at the crib I know about?
So many shortys have tried out for the
That's why he slide out and ride out with the
Now I see how my daddy the dark day he
that black power didn't keep the lights on
Right on, the departed still rapping to you
Looking for some yellow, white, red, black, brown flesh to on
How long will they mourn me after I'm out of mind, out of sight,
A crash, a head on collision both riders the most
Good music in the building, we got ghost riders
They just actually