Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

You know I'm sayin'? But it no way they talking 'bout you
the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Boi from Playaz Circle, here 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 you talking 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 since one, y'all monitoring
Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I pull it out and
I'll heat 'em up out his with it, big Small World

Norfolik is the gang, extended clip in the
Put 'em in a box like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a with clips
cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you

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

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

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

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

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

We back and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Like planes off, Dolla Boi, I got the game 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

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

To his ticker, but to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah, I appear to be a lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love
I'm a stone cold killa, 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, giving to my hood
With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me