Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all around the to spread the message
'Cause no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We sleep on December the 32nd
DJ's the album before they check it
Dealin' with managers and program directors
And though I try not to stress it
Sometimes it feels like a of time and not worth the effort

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a block on my hustle for a second
Poobie keep it rushing, as as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say
It was only for we finally spoke out
cold nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we to closeout that stored up doubt
And keep it

(Hook)
Seems like I do
Its not for you
I paid the cost and you my all
But you still want
I'm still standing right
But it so unfair
That I sacrifice and give you my
But you want more

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But we just made it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost
Radio better play this, 'cause style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its in the making
When I its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for who hate that I'm
my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them never play us
our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got
And now they sayin' we're at fault the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And still trying to us
But not the record or disc
I got a fire burning deep that will not be
I this from the depths of my soul
no more mind talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, just to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you
- Just listen to this, just to this
- I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the
and in the in the front, come on

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Homie, this is pain
I'm speaking on this pitiful
now forever stained in the banks of my memory
You probably like, running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt ever be
Its cats don't remember me
And don't think cause we all that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask them emotions pounds and hugs
No more I say gotta pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting in the worst way just wait
Them on my shoulder getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's turning back

(Phonte)
Yo I ain't never a act to blow and go global
Then come home and still be called local
And when we onstage the people all front
Dope beats, rhymes what more do y'all want (shout it out)

(Hook)