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 ever hear sayin' something
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite

You know I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they 'bout you
Introducing the new members of tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi Playaz 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

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

is the gang, extended clip in the jeans
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 dollars but you and dollarless, fuck it
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I parties, blast with 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 pimpin' and

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 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
About who you is, the 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 and we don't do it like that
We do three drops and we bring a brick 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 off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a cross
me bang 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 you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

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

To his ticker, but to the body make him drop much quicker
Yeah, I appear to be a nice 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 get no realer, giving back to my hood
a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness a bad ass temper, please
ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper or I'll stick 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