Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

You know I'm sayin'? But it no way they talking 'bout you
the new members of disturbing tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from 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 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 monitoring
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 like Bisquick, I'm a laker wit
Get 'em in the wit clips, truth is ya a clipper with clips
Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, shot you

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

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

I been 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 ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha you can get

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

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

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
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, seven inch shank will put a stop

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

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my
With a full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do ass bidness with a bad ass temper, please
Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my or I'll 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me