Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

(Phote)
We spent the last year writing rhymes doing shows and records
And traveled all around the to spread the message
'Cause ain't no rest for the 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 directors
And even though I try not to it
Sometimes it feels like a waste of time and not the effort

(Rapper Big Pooh)
Naw but I let it
Put a on my team's hustle 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 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 closeout stored up doubt
And keep it

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

(Phonte)
Been a time comin'
But damn we just it
So much to so frustrated
Yes, I must say the industry lost touch
Radio better this, 'cause Tay's style is nuts
And is just dated
Its history in the
When I write its for all of N.C., me the state pen
And now I'm making my name for who hate that I'm
my claim just like Nationwide
Radio, them suckas never us
Took our wax to the station and they 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 spin the or disc
I got a burning deep that will not be extinguished
I mean this from the of my soul
no more mind talk let my heart take control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, listen to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna give you 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, this here is
I'm speaking on this pitiful
That's now forever stained in the banks of my
You like, 'they running this, b'
But naw, doubt we'll ever be
Its funny cats don't me
And don't think we all here that its gonna be all we
Or all love, its all
Trying to mask emotions with pounds and hugs
No I say gotta make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of getting stepsonned in the worst way wait
Them chips on my shoulder attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's turning back

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

(Hook)