Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, hear
Check!

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

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

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

([Baby]What! What!)Nobody burn them 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!!)

Fresh]
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I who killed Kennedy
I you tellin' 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 your bitch-ass even up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it Tai Bo
I don't know.. what made you go sideshow, turn whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta Texas and
I drive tha rental car you drive tha Cadillac
like a pair of hot dice
Doin' 55, feds, law enforcement, and police
Niggas turn like fake gold.. they soul
like Chicago in tha winter: ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and
a clean nose
And tight Teflon bullet-proof

(Chorus)
Nobody burn them like-a we ([B.G.] What? What?)
Nobody (Stop!) them 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 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 kidd, or joke
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin'
I don't play with these
I get.. low and dirty
And have brains coverin' tha ground
I'm tha stunter, you don't want my trouble
I'll four niggas in your hood in my hummer
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 run with tha airport
I just bought a Hotel Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my

[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.]
We'll put on your whole crew

What!

(Chorus 4x)
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