Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once again', let me remind you, nigga, you don't me
So, don't be up and asking, what's 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 follow 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 wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy, Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store an' a G
I ball in' the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta but it's dolla D.P.

A.K. on the hill right next to JD
Every week, meet at a restaurant for and eat free
Get in' pay lil' Greg and B
the only shot we got at gettin', Cap back on the streets

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