Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

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

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

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

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

Fresh]
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you 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
made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even showed up
Nigga, we use ta it like Tai Bo
I know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and
I drive tha rental car while you drive tha
Shakin' like a pair of hot
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 Teflon clothes

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

Nobody them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody them heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) (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 these niggas
I get.. low down and
And have niggas' brains coverin' tha
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't my trouble
I'll four niggas in your 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 money long, but it don't run with tha
I just a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my

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

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

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

What!

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