Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and records
And traveled all around the to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it to my team
We only sleep on the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album they check it
Dealin' with their and program directors
And even though I try not to it
Sometimes it like a waste of time and not worth the effort

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a block on my team's hustle for a
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 time for we finally spoke out
Plenty nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And it moving

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

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But we just made it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I say that the industry lost touch
Radio better this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its history in the
I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who that I'm
Staking my claim just Nationwide
Radio, them never play us
Took our wax to the station and they straight 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 record or
I got a fire burning that will not be extinguished
I this from the depths of my soul
People no more mind talk let my take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, just to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it now and now we gonna give you what you want
- Just 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, here is pain
I'm on this pitiful thing
That's now forever in the banks of my memory
You probably like, 'they this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt we'll be
Its cats don't remember me
And don't think we all here that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
to mask them emotions with pounds and hugs
No more I say gotta pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way wait
Them chips on my shoulder attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's never turning

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

(Hook)