Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz ain't with me

How dare 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 something 'bout me

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

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

Walk with me or ride this old Bentley with the you can sit in
Or the Enzo with TV's that's hidden
I stay in 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 different states, go
I ain't singin' "You'se a Gold Digger"
But bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no niggaz

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

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

Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash 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
Relax a while, sip on and Henn
I like your style, so old school
In them Vidals, fifty four eleven

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

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

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

How these niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and records sound just like me
But does this here quite like 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

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

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

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

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

How dare niggaz try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound 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 more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me, me, me