Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, on, it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing Rule
Talk shit to get they name in the newspapers
Haters pay they dues
Always got they feet in shoes

Walk with me or this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them that's hidden
I stay in menages various women
Huh, I'm kiddin', that's not how I'm livin'

The realest, the nigga in the state
I got real estates in different states, go
'Cause I ain't singin' "You'se a Digger"
But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no broke

why I ride, ain't you see I put you in the CLS
We on the your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all
I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does this here like me
Now let me tell ya a little 'bout me

tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, on, it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you come on in
a while, sip on Hypno and Henn
I your style, you're so old school
In Sassoon Vidals, fifty four eleven

Reebok remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings

All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'ma in the path the Lord has paved for me

One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know ya'll niggaz ain't with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
Come out and make records sound just me
But nobody does this here quite me
Now let me tell ya a little something me

tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches ride, come on, it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

I what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And alright till everything goes wrong
No pot to piss in, no to cry on
You get to thinkin' why we let bygones be bygones?

Rule the icon, who killed the industry like
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-deuce for niggaz that act hood

Ridin' my six-deuce uptown, I'm so
Bitches the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
Hard white is not to be confused with white

gold should never be perceived as platinum
And cubic-zirconium gon' shine like diamonds
'Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound just me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me, me, me