Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We the last year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all around the to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the weary it comes to my team
We only sleep on December the
dissin' the album before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and program
And even 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 it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say
It was only time for we finally out
Plenty cold nights I suggest you get your coats out
No to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And it moving

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

(Phonte)
Been a long time
But damn we just it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's 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 for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like
Radio, them suckas never us
Took our wax to the station and they straight us
how the game got contaminated
And now they we're at fault like the San Andreas

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

(Hook)

- Listen to this, just listen to
- Uh, now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you what you want
- 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 on this pitiful thing
That's now forever stained in the of my memory
You probably like, 'they this, b'
But naw, doubt we'll ever 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 in the worst way just wait
Them chips on my getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's never back

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

(Hook)