Luyện nghe bài hát Get Enough Pt2

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping
And traveled all the world to spread the message
ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We sleep on December the 32nd
dissin' the album before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and program
And even 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 block on my team's for a second
Poobie it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes say nothing
It was only time for we finally out
Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we to closeout that stored up doubt
And it moving

(Hook)
Seems like I do
Its not for you
I paid the cost and you my all
But you still more
I'm still standing here
But it so unfair
That I and give you my life
But you want more

(Phonte)
Been a long comin'
But we just made it
So much to discuss so
Yes, I say that the industry lost touch
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is
And y'alls is dated
Its in the making
I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who that I'm
Staking my claim just Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never us
Took our wax to the and they straight played us
how the game got contaminated
And now they sayin' at fault like the San Andreas

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

(Hook)

- to this, just listen to this
- 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, here is pain
I'm on this pitiful thing
now forever stained in the banks of my memory
You like, 'they running this, b'
But naw, I'll we'll ever be
Its funny don't remember me
And don't think cause we all here that its be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to them emotions with pounds and hugs
No more I say make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the way just wait
Them on my shoulder getting attached
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 be called local
And when we onstage the people all front
Dope beats, rhymes what more do y'all want (shout it out)

(Hook)