Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't give a
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the ol' biz
The same ol flip , wit the ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the gone, the otha half 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 and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Like taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
me bang 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 wants dick, then it's dick
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back
Won't shake nor shiver, with me and get found
In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch shank will put a

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 cold 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, back to my hood
With a full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness 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 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