Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Me

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

Hey, I ain't trippin' but the truth is really, you don't me
Yeah, you know they 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 out the streets, I'ma real O.G.
I been trappin', shootin' pistols I stood 4 feet
So, all you niggas actin' bad, you gon' to show me

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

We been in' the 'cause today we gon' see
What's the future of a pussy hatin' on me
I don't give a fuck the fed's investigation on me
I don't that they at my shows and they waitin' on me

I'ma keep on flossin', poppin', long as is on the beat
polices, I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to 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, when you speak, remember, you know me
Save all that hatin' and that poppin',
Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't me
be a groupie keep 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 you, nigga, you don't know me
So, don't be up and asking, what's the deal on a key
I don't if you wearing wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow, you get an O.Z.

See me in' the PSC follow through at a deep
Police holdin' up the door 'cause they we tot heat
I just rap a seat blowin' dro in' the fleet
Or wit clan by the different bitches in' a week

I just wanna 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 mill but it's dolla D.P.

A.K. house on the hill right to JD
Every week, meet at a for lunch and eat free
Get in' they pay lil' 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
What you lookin' at naw, You don't no me
In' the club, in' the streets or we should meet
At the club or in' the streets or where ever we meet
choppers choppin', pistol poppin', nigga, you don't know me