Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all the world to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the when it comes to my team
We only on December the 32nd
dissin' the album before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and directors
And even though I try not to it
Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not worth the

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a block on my team's for a second
Poobie keep it rushing, as as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, fronting dudes can't say nothing
It was only for we finally spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And keep it

(Hook)
like whatever I do
Its not for you
I the cost and gave you my all
But you still want
I'm still right here
But it so unfair
I sacrifice and give you my life
But you still more

(Phonte)
Been a long time
But we just made it
So much to discuss so
Yes, I must say that the industry touch
better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its in the making
I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm my name for those who hate that I'm
my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas play us
Took our wax to the and they straight played us
That's how the got contaminated
And now they sayin' we're at like the San Andreas

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

(Hook)

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

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Homie, this is pain
I'm on this pitiful thing
That's now forever stained in the banks of my
You probably like, 'they this, b'
But naw, I'll we'll ever be
Its cats don't remember me
And think cause we all here that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask them with pounds and hugs
No more I say gotta pay
I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way just wait
Them chips on my shoulder getting
When my pockets catch up never turning back

(Phonte)
Yo I ain't heard a act to blow and go global
come back home and still be called local
And when we onstage the people all front
Dope beats, dope rhymes what more do want (shout it out)

(Hook)