Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough

(Phote)
We spent the year writing rhymes doing shows and chopping records
And all around the world to spread the message
ain't no rest for the weary when it comes to my team
We only on December the 32nd
DJ's dissin' the album before check it
Dealin' their managers and program directors
And even I try not to stress it
Sometimes it feels a waste of time and not worth the effort

(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 can't say
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 cost and 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 still want

(Phonte)
a long time comin'
But we just made it
So much to discuss so
Yes, I must say the industry lost touch
Radio play 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 for those who hate that I'm
Staking my just like Nationwide
Radio, suckas never play us
Took our wax to the and they straight played us
how the game got contaminated
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 burning deep that will not be extinguished
I mean from the depths of my soul
People no more mind talk let my heart control (ohhhhh)

(Hook)

- Listen to this, just to this
- Uh, right now, we gettin' it right now and now we gonna you what you want
- Just listen to this, just 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, here is pain
I'm on this pitiful thing
That's now forever stained in the of my memory
You probably like, running this, b'
But naw, I'll we'll ever be
Its cats don't remember 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 more I say make'em pay
'Cause I'm tired of stepsonned in the worst way just wait
chips on my shoulder getting attached
When my pockets catch up Pooh's turning back

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

(Hook)