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
'Cause ain't no for the weary when it comes to my team
We sleep on December the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album before check it
Dealin' with managers and program directors
And even I try not to stress it
Sometimes it like a waste 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
Poobie keep it rushing, as 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 I suggest you get your coats out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to that stored up doubt
And keep it

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

(Phonte)
Been a time comin'
But damn we made it
So to discuss so frustrated
Yes, I must say the industry lost touch
better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is dated
Its history in the
When I its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for who hate that I'm
Staking my just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas play us
Took our wax to the and they straight played us
That's how the got contaminated
And now they sayin' we're at fault the San Andreas

(Rapper Big Pooh)
And trying to play us
But not the record or disc
I got a fire burning that will not be extinguished
I mean this from the depths of my
no more mind talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

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

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

(Phonte)
Yo I ain't never a act to blow and go global
Then come back and still be called local
And we onstage the people they all front
Dope beats, rhymes what more do y'all want (shout it out)

(Hook)