Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

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

Wayne]
Look, little rhymecholy
like Bob Marley
17 superstar, feel me
I ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause lil' is a rider, nigga
Got my click me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, your chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and that no Beverly Hills
You wan' know that be like? Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta tha money
tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it tha week, and feed 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 if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what

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

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

[Mannie
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats you sendin' me?
boy, I got so much money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people tha people you done
But look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all 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.. made you go sideshow, turn 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' a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they
Treat'cha Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
44's, and Calicos
Keep a clean
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 burn them blocks (Stop!) we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody bust them (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)

Nigga line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or
Fuckin' my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't with these niggas
I get.. low and dirty
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha
I'm tha stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in your hood in my
I'm back in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change

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

My money long, but it don't run tha airport
I just a Hotel Cash Money 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, 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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