Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

(Phote)
We spent the last writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And traveled all the world to spread the message
'Cause no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We sleep on December the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the before they check it
Dealin' with their managers and directors
And though I try not to stress it
Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not 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 dudes can't say nothing
It was only time for we spoke out
Plenty cold nights ahead I suggest you get your out
No time to stand here lips poked out we bout to closeout that 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 want
I'm still right here
But it seems so
That I sacrifice and give you my
But you want more

(Phonte)
Been a long comin'
But damn we just it
So much to discuss so
Yes, I must say that the industry touch
better play this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And y'alls is just
Its history in the
I write its for all of N.C., call me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for those who that I'm
Staking my just 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 sayin' we're at fault like the San

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

(Hook)

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

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Homie, this here is
I'm speaking on this thing
now forever stained in the banks of my memory
You like, 'they running this, b'
But naw, I'll doubt ever be
Its cats don't remember me
And don't think cause we all here 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 getting stepsonned in the worst way just
Them chips on my shoulder getting
When my pockets up Pooh's never turning back

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

(Hook)