Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

You wanted to fuckin' walk these roaches
niggas is roaches
These is mere motherfuckin' mortals
I'm tryna push you to supreme
You don't wanna
You don't wanna your destiny
You get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin'
Where lonely
You can't the motherfuckin', the pain
Of the motherfuckin' not knowin' when the shit is gonna

tryna 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
Having down in Nobu
like an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
Only on my rider, murder rate rises
niggas on their IG's, never; 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
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I pray you with me
Go to bed with a kilo Casino
Reno, we all we got the creed to Nino
Pretty cars in the
If you cut it then you sideways, double up, crime

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

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

I'm from where the streets you
Niggas mix business and pleasure the cocaine measure
The is our product
The by-product, you up on me, I cock it
New Mercedes as it off
Nothing penetrates the steel doors, signs, see 'em all
I said my as I'm countin' sheep
Never athletic, but I play for keeps, do you feel me?
The mortician, the morgue fillin' with snitches
We kill 'em and taking bitches, R.I.P
Chinchillas on a 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 down to die for Diddy
My niggas ride for less, keep it real, homie, me filthy
Touch until it's even keel
Like I'm knowing every heathen will, closed the deal with Steven
We Magic City of the
Cut a cast off, how my nigga net worths

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

Fuck you talk about?
Fuckin' and Bentley's and Hublot's
And fuckin' art that niggas ain't got on their 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 set you free