Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes shows and chopping records
And all around the world to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it to my team
We only on December the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the before 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 can't say nothing
It was only for we finally spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to 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 want more
I'm still right here
But it so unfair
I sacrifice and give you my life
But you want more

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But damn we made it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry touch
Radio better play this, 'cause style is nuts
And y'alls is dated
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
my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never us
our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got
And now they we're at fault like the San Andreas

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

(Hook)

- Listen to this, listen to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna 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 stained in the banks of my memory
You probably like, running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt we'll be
Its funny don't remember me
And don't think cause we all here its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask them emotions with pounds and
No more I say gotta pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the way just wait
chips on my shoulder getting attached
When my catch up Pooh's never turning back

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

(Hook)