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

Turn my high, high, high, high-er

I'm the streets where the
could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
There's so much coke you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home home
Where personalities crash and chrome chrome
The coke prices up and down it's Wall Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now
All over brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
to hell where you are welcome to sell
But them shells come you better return 'em
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em the back 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 outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clapping them before I became famous
For me y'all shall forever remain nameless
I am

I do, I tell 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 years, forty million more
You are now at the forty million boy
I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the million man
R., O., C.

I came into this a hundred grand strong
to be exact, from grinding G-packs
Put this shit in ain't no rewinding me back
Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat
And if somebody would of told 'em Hov' would sell clothing
Heh, not in lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the up
One million, two million, million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million
Now add number up with the one I said before
You are now at one smart black boy
Momma raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's 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, sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on and states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch
Was born to dictate, follow orders
Dickface, get your straight, fucker this is Big Jay

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!