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

Turn my high, high, high, high-er

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

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

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

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

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!