Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

(Chorus 2x)
Nobody burn them blocks we
Nobody bust them heads we
could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR

[Lil'
Look, it's rhymecholy
Legendary Bob Marley
17 superstar, feel me
I ya, shorty million dollar, nigga
Don't test, 'cause shorty is a rider, nigga
Got my click behind me.. 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 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 have tha
tha hit, even if it's below tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my uppy
I'm just a lil' thug,
Belt-buckle fall to my cuffs, what
And don't even matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I ya slippin', nigga, what what.. what

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

Fresh]
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 you tellin' people 'bout tha people you done
But look, everytime I brought me to ya, you all fun
What made you bring a to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass showed up tonight?
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 and back
I drive tha rental car you drive tha Cadillac
Shakin' a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell they
Treat'cha like in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and
Keep a nose
And Teflon bullet-proof clothes

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

Nobody them blocks (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody bust them heads (Stop!) we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody (Stop!) outshine (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) (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 these niggas
I get.. low and dirty
And have brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you want my trouble
I'll have four 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 price tha

My money long, but it run with tha airport
I just a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos my grill, hos love my crib

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

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

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

What!

(Chorus 4x)
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