Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

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

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

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing Rule
Talk some to get they name in the newspapers
never pay they dues
Always got feet in somebody shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

classics remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little and
though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high

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

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

How dare niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make sound just like me
But nobody this here quite like 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 guess my time, all eyes is on me

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

the icon, who killed the industry like I-pods
Had these niggaz like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my for them niggaz that act hood

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

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

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

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