Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

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

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

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 'bout it, how 'bout I it out and kapaow?
heat 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World

Norfolik is the gang, extended in the jeans
Put 'em in a box Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper clips
Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my 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 of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it and watch

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

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

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

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

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 bitch wants dick, then it's
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back
shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found
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 appear to be a nice lil' nigga, with anything I love
I'm a stone cold killa, eating off of 'sace,
Sleeping on Chinchilla, figga nigga, I'm a multi 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 can't
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 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