Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to walk around these roaches
These is roaches
These niggas is mere motherfuckin'
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You don't motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your
You get by
You don't go into the motherfuckin' dark
it's lonely
You can't handle the motherfuckin', the
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the is gonna stop

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

"Blast for me" the last words my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, shivers
money, dollar figures
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an soldier, nowhere 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 still
No wire, on
My desire for fine things me a liar, a shooter
high feeling 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 you sideways, double up, crime pays

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

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

I'm where the streets test you
Niggas mix and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you walk up on me, I it
New as it peels off
Nothing the steel doors, gang signs, see 'em all
I said my prayer as I'm sheep
Never really athletic, but I for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with more
We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a night
Black bottles when I'm feelin' like, you wanna know what winners
And I'm on that tour bus
Just a for niggas, the PJ's for two of us
boys down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, me filthy
Touch mine until it's even
Like I'm knowing every will, closed the deal with Steven Hill
We Magic of the networks
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

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