Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

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

Wayne]
Look, it's rhymecholy
Legendary like Bob
17 ward superstar, me
I tell ya, million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause lil' shorty is a rider,
Got my click me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with chest and your face
I'm a bloodhound... I lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and ain't no Beverly Hills
You know what that be like? Well, curiousity kills
chills up my trigga finger, blast 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 through tha week, and feed my uppy
I'm a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle fall to my cuffs, what
And police don't even matter, they can what
Tha price if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what

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

([Baby]What! What!)Nobody them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
Nobody bust them heads 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?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I who killed Kennedy
I hear you tellin' people 'bout tha people you
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 even showed up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it 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 Texas and
I drive tha rental car you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a pair of hot
55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn fake gold.. sell they soul
Treat'cha like in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and
Keep a clean
And Teflon bullet-proof clothes

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

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

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

My long, but it don't run with tha airport
I just a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos my grill, hos love 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 Millionaires 'cross my
You don't want funk me.. I don't think you do, nigga

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

What!

(Chorus 4x)
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