Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

In search of something
I'm sick and tired of doing fuck niggas
I'm and tired of chasing down designer labels
So I "fuck it, imma start up my own label"
Just tryna please you, I just ain't
I'm and tired of tryna make myself relatable
So please don't ask me why my low
'Cause i could do this with my eyes closed

1]
How many hits? How many pills do I gotta to think of a hit?
To be at the top, how cotton do I gotta pick?
How many M's do I gotta Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck my shit
I was a kid, I grew up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How publicists do I gotta-?
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all this fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had of this
I make up this shit, I am on too many substances
How streams? How many themes? How many awards? How many rings?
Fuck with dreams

Who I ride
Definitely not no niggas, call you sideshows
And we, and we know your IG be telling lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

2]
I it odd, niggas stay saying "don't wife a thot"
But you wifing thots behind the dignified
Your in knots, my life might appear more aligned a notch, but I'm on suicidal watch
(Hello? you ever just die a lot)
Well, the chords, B.o.B you sound rich and bored
I say just a bunch of piles of shit with pores
spend all day eating, then shit some more
I don't kids, I'm convinced, I'm sure
Pull out like my dick's a
Eight billion people, 90% of them's poor, but it, what's a few more
Let's get more shit to afford
summers on [?]
You on, you on, you on my
A dog, a dog, a dog only holler it's hit
That something I said must got under your skin
Tell me, how real can I
I fuck the feds, the twelve, the cia and apeshit
they can't do shit

Who I ride
niggas, call you sideshows
Your IG be lies, ho
reap the shit that I sow

In search of greater