Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

You know I'm But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you
the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, we go, what?

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

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

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

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

One for ya damn lips or there be of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and DT piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and

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

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't a fuck
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the ol' biz
The ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha you can get

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

We back black and dem gats 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 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

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

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

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, back to my hood
With a 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 stick her, stick her

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