Luyện nghe bài hát Dontbenobodysbitch

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

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 M's do I gotta get? Don't make any sense
Ain't a bitch? Ain't I legit?
Sinse I was a git, fuck my shit
I was a stubborn kid, I up stuttering, hoping that someone on top would discover me
How many publicists do I
How many publicists I gotta hire to check all fuckery? Someone should cover this, I've had enough of this
I can't up this shit, I am on too many substances
How many streams? How 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 that I sow

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

Who I for?
Clown-ass niggas, call you
Your IG be lies, ho
I'mma reap the shit I sow

In search of greater