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

Turn my music high, high, high,

I'm the streets where the
Hood could a man, bullets'll follow a man
so much coke 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 crash and meets chrome
The coke up and down like it's Wall Street homes
But this is than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one you are now gone
Welcome to hell you are welcome to sell
But when them shells come you return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em the back of our hand
We watch for hopping out the back of van
Wear a G on my chest, I need Dapper Dan
This a sewn outfit homes, 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 to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million,
In just years, forty million more
You are now at the forty million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred man
R., O., C.

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

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in
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 roof and switch plates
Was born to dictate, follow orders
Dickface, get shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!