Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Me

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

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

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

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

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

You might've seen me in the streets but nigga you don't me
When you holla, when you speak, remember, you 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 it movin', nigga, you don't know me

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

Once again', let me remind you, nigga, you know me
So, don't be walkin' up and asking, what's the 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 'cause they know we tot heat
I just rap a seat blowin' dro in' the fleet
Or wit clan by the dozen different in' a week

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

A.K. house on the hill right to JD
week, meet at a restaurant for lunch 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 hatin' on a G, ask him, what gon' be
you lookin' at naw, nigga? You don't no me
In' the club, in' the streets or whoever we meet
At the or in' the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppin', pistol poppin', nigga, you don't know me