Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, {laughing}
Check!

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

[Lil'
Look, it's rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob
17 ward superstar, me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar,
Don't test, 'cause shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my behind 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 uptown... and that ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, tha dummy
'Specially if a drought, I got ta have tha money
Take tha hit, even if below tha average money
Got to it through tha week, and feed my family uppy
I'm just a thug, what
Belt-buckle fall down to my cuffs,
And police don't matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what.. what

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

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

[Mannie
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you me?
Lil' boy, I got so money, I know who killed Kennedy
I hear you people 'bout tha people you done
But look, I brought me to ya, you all about fun
What you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why bitch-ass even showed 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.. ta Texas and back
I drive tha rental car you drive tha Cadillac
like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and
Niggas turn like fake gold.. they soul
like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and
a clean nose
And Teflon bullet-proof clothes

(Chorus)
burn them blocks 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 (Stop!) like-a 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 outta line, get
I kidd, or joke
Fuckin' my B.G., off top I'm goin' broke
I don't play with these
I get.. low down and
And have brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you want my trouble
I'll have four niggas in hood in my hummer
I'm from in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change

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

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

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

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

[B.G.]
put ten-a-piece on your whole crew

What!

(Chorus 4x)
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