Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing and chopping records
And traveled all the world to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my
We only sleep on the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album before they it
Dealin' with managers and program directors
And though I try not to stress it
Sometimes it like 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
keep it rushing, as long 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 finally out
Plenty cold ahead I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And keep it

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

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But we just made it
So much to so frustrated
Yes, I say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its in the making
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 like Nationwide
Radio, suckas never play us
Took our wax to the station and straight played us
how the game got contaminated
And now they we're at fault like the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And still to play us
But not the record or disc
I got a fire burning deep that will not be
I mean this from the depths of my
no more 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 listen to this, just 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 is pain
I'm speaking on this pitiful
That's now stained in the banks of my memory
You probably like, 'they this, b'
But naw, I'll we'll ever be
Its cats don't remember me
And don't think we all here that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask them emotions pounds and hugs
No more I say gotta pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting in the worst way just wait
chips on my shoulder getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's never turning

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

(Hook)