Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last words my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, shivers
Drug money, dollar
Hustlers moving out of rentals, art of war is
Having sushi down in
Strapped like an Afghan soldier, to go to
So it's bang, no
Only riders on my rider, murder rises
niggas on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Under Armour Polo
No wire, on
My for fine things made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling like it's
Nine lives, SK with the
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you smoke me
Go to bed with a like Casino
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

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

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

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

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

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