Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Me

You might've seen me in the streets but nigga you know me
you holla, when you speak, remember, you don't know me
Save all hatin' and that poppin', pimpin'
Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin', nigga, you don't me

Hey, I trippin' but the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I. but you know me
You be hatin' an' I see why 'cause you know me

I think it's I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I out the streets, I'ma real O.G.
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I 4 feet
So, all you niggas actin' bad, you gon' to show me

You make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin', wonder when it's gone
hit you in' the side an' create a slow leak

We been in' the speculation 'cause today we see
the future of a pussy nigga hatin' on me
I don't give a about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care they at my shows and they waitin' on me

I'ma keep on flossin', poppin', long as Tomp is on the
Tell polices, I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the
to your beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings, nigga, you know me

You might've seen me in the streets but you don't know me
When you holla, you speak, remember, you don't know me
Save all that and that poppin', pimpin'
Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin', nigga, you don't me

Hey, I trippin' but the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know call me T.I. but you don't know me
You be hatin' an' I see why 'cause you know me

Once again', let me remind you, nigga, you don't me
So, don't be walkin' up and asking, the deal on a key
I don't know if you wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow, you get an O.Z.

See me in' the PSC through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door they know we tot heat
I wanna rap a seat blowin' dro in' the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in' a

I just wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy, G
out at anytime, at any store an' spill a G
I wanna ball in' the Bahamas of K.T.
MacBoney gotta but it's dolla D.P.

A.K. house on the hill right to JD
Every week, at a restaurant for lunch and eat free
Get in' they pay Greg and B
That's the shot we got at gettin', Cap back on the streets

When a sucka on a G, ask him, what it's gon' be
you lookin' at naw, nigga? You don't no me
In' the club, in' the streets or whoever we should
At the club or in' the streets or ever we should meet
It's choppers choppin', poppin', nigga, you don't know me