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 hear somebody sayin' something
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not sho'

You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way talking 'bout you
Introducing the new members of disturbing tha peace, small
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi 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, what's begun is the but bitch we be saying
We, we just started it since one, y'all been monitoring
Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I it out and kapaow?
I'll heat 'em up out his mouth it, big Small World

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

For looting dollars but you lootless and dollarless, it
I for Luda 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 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 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 you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we don't a fuck
who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
The ol flip , 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 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, 'em, reload 'em

We back black and when dem gats off, red dots loud noises
Like taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
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 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

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

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

See me in the street, it get no realer, giving 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 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