Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

Small World, Small World, Small World, World
No way, no how, get 'em blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
Yeah, you ever hear somebody something
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not sho'

You know I'm sayin'? But it no way they talking 'bout you
Introducing the new of disturbing tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, here we go,

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but we be saying
We, we just getting it since one, y'all been monitoring
Pondering it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow?
I'll heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small

is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with
Ain't cha bitch, I'm my loot and dollars, I'll shot you

For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, it
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, with proposed toast
I'm a have a like scrap blat with me short of hoes

One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of and dandruff
If you get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered, it pimpin' and watch

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we give a fuck
who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha you can get

Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you to much
Nigga, you a snitch and we don't do it like that
We do three quarter and we bring a brick back, black
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, 'em, reload 'em

We back black and when dem letting off, red dots loud noises
Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the in a cross
Make me at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad wants dick, then it's dick
I her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down
Won't nor shiver, fuck with me and get found
In the Chattahoochee River, seven inch shank will put a stop

To his ticker, but shorties to the make him drop much quicker
Yeah, I appear to be a lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love
I'm a cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace
Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a milla

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, back to my hood
a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please
Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll her, stick her

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me