Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all the world to spread the message
'Cause ain't no for the weary when it comes to my team
We only sleep on December the
DJ's dissin' the album before check it
Dealin' with managers and program directors
And though I try not to stress 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 hustle for a
keep it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting can't say nothing
It was only for we finally spoke out
Plenty 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 it moving

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

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But damn we just it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is
And y'alls is dated
Its history in the
When I write its for all of N.C., me the state pen
And now I'm my name for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just Nationwide
Radio, suckas never play us
Took our wax to the station and straight played us
how the game got contaminated
And now they sayin' at fault like the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And trying to play us
But not the record or disc
I got a fire burning deep that not be extinguished
I this from the depths of my soul
People no more 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 give you what you want
- Just listen to this, just listen to
- I'm you, you, you, and all of you in the back
and in the middle in the front, on

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

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

(Hook)