Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

(Phote)
We spent the last year rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all around the world to the message
ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We only on December the 32nd
dissin' the album before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and directors
And even 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 for a second
keep it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes say nothing
It was only time for we spoke out
cold nights ahead I suggest you get your coats out
No time to here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And it moving

(Hook)
Seems whatever I do
Its not for you
I paid the cost and you my all
But you still more
I'm still standing here
But it seems so
That I sacrifice and you my life
But you still more

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But damn we just it
So much to discuss so
Yes, I must say that the industry touch
Radio play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its in the making
I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my for those who hate that I'm
Staking my claim just like
Radio, them suckas play us
our wax to the station and they straight played us
That's how the game got
And now they sayin' at fault like the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And still to play us
But not spin the record or
I got a fire burning deep that not be extinguished
I mean this from the of my soul
People no more talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, listen to this
- Uh, right now, we it right now and now we gonna give you what you want
- Just to this, just listen to this
- I'm talking you, you, you, and all of you in the
and in the middle in the front, on

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Homie, here is pain
I'm speaking on this thing
That's now forever stained in the banks of my
You probably like, running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt ever be
Its funny cats remember me
And don't think cause we all that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask emotions with pounds and hugs
No more I say make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of stepsonned in the worst way just wait
Them chips on my shoulder getting
When my pockets catch up never turning back

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

(Hook)