Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

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

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

Three, two, one, what's begun is the start but we be saying
We, we getting started it since one, y'all been monitoring
Pondering 'bout it, how I pull it out and kapaow?
I'll heat 'em up out his 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 lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper clips
Ain't cha bitch, I'm 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 with toast
I'm a have a problem like scrap 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 less tempered, keep it pimpin' and

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 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
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the ol' biz
The ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the gone, the otha half you can get

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

We black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Like taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
Make me bang at cha boss, for dem things 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 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 wants dick, then dick
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back
Won't shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get
In the River, this 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 lil' nigga, fuck with 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 can't get no realer, back to my hood
With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house
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 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