Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and records
And traveled all the world to spread the message
'Cause no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We only sleep on the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album they check it
with their managers and program directors
And though I try not to stress it
Sometimes it feels like a of time and not worth the effort

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a block on my team's hustle for a
keep it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes can't say
It was only time for we finally out
Plenty cold nights I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And keep it

(Hook)
Seems like I do
Its not for you
I the cost and gave you my all
But you still more
I'm still standing right
But it seems so
I sacrifice and give you my life
But you still want

(Phonte)
Been a long comin'
But damn we just it
So much to so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's is nuts
And is just dated
Its in the making
When I write its for all of N.C., call me the pen
And now I'm making my name for those who that I'm
Staking my claim like Nationwide
Radio, suckas never play us
our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got
And now they we're at fault like the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And still trying to us
But not spin the or disc
I got a fire deep that will not be extinguished
I mean from the depths of my soul
no more mind talk 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 listen to
- I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the
and in the in the front, come on

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Homie, this here is
I'm speaking on this pitiful
now forever stained in the banks of my memory
You probably like, 'they this, b'
But naw, doubt we'll ever be
Its funny don't remember me
And don't think cause we all here its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
to mask them emotions with pounds and hugs
No more I say make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way just
Them chips on my shoulder getting
When my pockets catch up Pooh's turning back

(Phonte)
Yo I never heard a act to blow and go global
Then come back home and be called local
And we onstage the people they all front
Dope beats, dope rhymes what more do want (shout it out)

(Hook)