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 ain't no rest for the weary it comes to my team
We sleep on December the 32nd
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 a waste of time and not worth the effort

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a on my team's 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 say nothing
It was only time for we spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up
And it moving

(Hook)
Seems 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 so unfair
That I sacrifice and you my life
But you still want

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

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

(Hook)

- Listen to this, listen to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you 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 speaking on this pitiful
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 more I say make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of stepsonned in the worst way just wait
Them chips on my shoulder getting
When my pockets up Pooh's never turning back

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

(Hook)