Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

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

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

Norfolik is the gang, 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 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 proposed toast
I'm a have a like scrap blat with me short of hoes

One for ya damn or there be mixture of blood 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 having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we give a fuck
who you is, the same ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
The same ol flip , wit the 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 bitch, you talkin' to much
Nigga, you a bitch and we don't do it like that
We do three quarter drops and we bring a back, black
Don't act get ya whole splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em

We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots noises
Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the game in a
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 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 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 put a stop

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

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 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