Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

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

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

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 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 been
Pondering 'bout it, how 'bout I 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 with
Ain't cha bitch, I'm bout my and dollars, I'll shot you

For dollars but you lootless and dollarless, fuck it
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed
I'm a have a problem like scrap blat 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 highness at his less tempered, 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 you talking 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 ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, the bullets gone, the otha half 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 that
We do three quarter drops and we a brick back, black
act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, reload 'em

We back black and when dem gats letting off, red dots loud
Like planes taking off, Boi, I got the game in a cross
Make me at cha boss, for dem things coming 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 fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, it's dick
I give her, Ludacris nigga, I and deliver, neva back down
shake nor shiver, fuck with me and get found
In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch will put a stop

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

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving back to my
a pocket 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 zipper or I'll 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 you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me