Luyện nghe bài hát U Don't Know (Remix)

Turn my high, high, high, high-er

I'm from the streets the
Hood could a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so coke that you could run the slalom
And comb the shit top to bottom
They say we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome chrome
The prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones brains are now blown
All over that Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are to sell
But when them come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the of our hand
We watch for cops hopping out the of van
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dan
This ain't a sewn outfit homes, is about it
Was clapping them flamers before I became
For playing me y'all shall forever nameless
I am

Sure I do, I you the difference between me and them
They trying to get ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, million, four
In just five years, million more
You are now looking at the million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred man
R., O., C.

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand
Nine to be exact, grinding G-packs
Put this in motion ain't no rewinding me back
make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would clothing
Heh, not in lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, the market up
One million, two million, million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million
Now add that number up the one I said before
You are now looking at one black boy
Momma ain't no fool
Put me anywhere on green earth, I'll triple my worth
Motherfucker, I, will, not,

I ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a
I was born to get cake, on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the gone and switch plates
Was to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!