Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year rhymes doing shows and chopping 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 December the
DJ's dissin' the album they check it
with their managers 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, fronting dudes can't say nothing
It was only time for we spoke out
Plenty cold nights I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up
And keep it

(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 so unfair
That I sacrifice and you my life
But you still more

(Phonte)
Been a long time
But damn we just it
So much to so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost
Radio better this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its in the making
When I its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like
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 fault like the San

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

(Hook)

- Listen to this, just listen to
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you 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, this here is
I'm speaking on this thing
That's now forever stained in the banks of my
You probably like, running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt ever be
Its funny don't remember me
And don't think cause we all that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask them emotions with pounds and
No I say gotta make'em pay
'Cause I'm of getting stepsonned in the worst way just wait
chips on my shoulder getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's turning back

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

(Hook)