Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records just like me
But nobody does 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 bitches ride, come on, it's on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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

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

Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
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 white good

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

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

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