Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

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

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a on my team's hustle for a second
Poobie it rushing, as long as Tay and I on the mic
And 9th is on the percussion, these fronting dudes say nothing
It was time for we finally spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I you get your coats out
No to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that stored up doubt
And it moving

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

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But damn we made it
So much to so frustrated
Yes, I must say that the industry lost
Radio better play this, 'cause Tay's style is
And y'alls is just
Its history in the
When I write its for all of N.C., call me the pen
And now I'm making my for those who hate that I'm
my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them never play us
Took our wax to the station and they played us
That's how the game got
And now they sayin' we're at 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 will not be
I this from the depths of my soul
People no more mind talk let my take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, listen to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it 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 middle in the front, on

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

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

(Hook)