Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, {laughing}
Check!

(Chorus 2x)
Nobody burn them blocks we
Nobody bust them heads we
Nobody could we
Tha CMR, CMR family

[Lil'
Look, it's little
Legendary like Bob
17 ward superstar, me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar,
test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my behind me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I ain't lyin', I'm out!
I'm uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my finger, blast tha dummy
'Specially if a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if it's below tha money
Got to make it through tha week, and my family uppy
I'm a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs,
And police don't even matter, they can what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what.. what

(Chorus)
burn them blocks like-a we (nawww)
Nobody bust heads like-a we (hmmmm)
could outshin we
Tha CMR, CMR family ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)

([Baby]What! What!)Nobody them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
Nobody outshine we
Tha CMR, CMR family (For real!!)

Fresh]
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha that you sendin' me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed
I hear you tellin' 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I me to ya, you all about fun
What made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now not right!
Why your bitch-ass even up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta it like Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta and back
I tha rental car while you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and
Niggas turn like gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
44's, and Calicos
Keep a nose
And tight bullet-proof clothes

(Chorus)
Nobody burn them like-a we ([B.G.] What? What?)
Nobody bust (Stop!) heads like-a we (What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) (What?) ([Pap.] Uh-huhh!)

Nobody them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody bust heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)

Nigga outta line, get
I don't kidd, or
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm broke
I don't play with niggas
I get.. low down and
And have niggas' brains tha ground
I'm tha stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but ain't a thing change

[B.G.]
Ya get a thing for ten, nigga, tha price tha same

My money long, but it run with tha airport
I just a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my

[B.G.]
These hos just tha way that.. Baby live

But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms full of taps
Got a Money Millionaires 'cross my back
You don't want funk with me.. I don't you do, nigga

[B.G.]
We'll put on your whole crew

What!

(Chorus 4x)
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