Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 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 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

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

Norfolik is the gang, 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 with clips
cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you

For looting but you lootless 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 me short of hoes

One for ya damn lips or there be mixture of 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 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 you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

I having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a fuck
About who you is, the 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 half you can get

Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm bitch, you talkin' 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, unload 'em, 'em

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

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

Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch dick, then it's dick
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back
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 make him drop much
Yeah, I appear to be a nice lil' nigga, with anything I love
I'm a stone killa, eating off of 'sace, versace
Sleeping on Chinchilla, eight 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 say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness a bad ass temper, please
Tell ya bitch, playing with my zipper or I'll stick her, stick her

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