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

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

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

Norfolik is the gang, clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper 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 a problem 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 drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT piss
This is yo at his less 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we give a fuck
About who you is, the ol' clique, and the same ol' biz
The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha you can get

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

We back black and 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 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 stand and deliver, back down
Won't shake nor shiver, fuck me and get found
In the River, this seven inch shank will put a stop

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

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving to my hood
With a pocket full of scrilla, my say', "My house can't
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper,
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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me