Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

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

[Lil'
Look, little rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob
17 superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty dollar, nigga
test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click me.. every step of tha way
Hit wards, with tha pump, with your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that ain't no Hills
You wan' know what that be Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my finger, blast tha dummy
if it's 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 just a lil' thug,
Belt-buckle fall to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can suck
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what.. what

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

([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
Nobody bust them like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
Nobody could we
Tha whole CMR, CMR (For real!!)

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

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

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

Nigga line, get smoked
I kidd, or joke
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm broke
I don't play these niggas
I get.. low down and
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't my trouble
have four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from back in tha game, but a damn thing change

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

My money long, but it don't run tha airport
I just bought a Hotel Cash Resort
Hos love my grill, hos my crib

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

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

[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on whole crew

What!

(Chorus 4x)
{fading out in 4th}