Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody

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

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

"Blast for me" the last from my nigga
On the pavement, born killers, body
Drug money, dollar
moving out of rentals, art of war is mental
Having down in Nobu
Strapped an Afghan soldier, nowhere to go to
So it's bang, no
riders on my rider, murder rate rises
Stalkin' on their IG's, never; I be
Still solo, Armour still Polo
No wire, on
My desire for fine made me a liar, a shooter
Gettin' high feeling it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I G, I, E
I you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo like
Janet Reno, we all we got the to Nino
cars in the driveway
If you cut it then you sideways, up, crime pays

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

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

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

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

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