Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
some shit to get they name in the newspapers
Haters never pay they
Always got they in somebody shoes

Walk me or ride this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm kiddin', that's not how I'm livin'

The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go
'Cause I singin' "You'se a Gold Digger"
But bitch, you ain't with no broke niggaz

That's why I ride, you see I put you in the CLS
We on the phone voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
Come out and make sound just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a something 'bout me

Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who pulls whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you come on in
a while, sip on Hypno and Henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sassoon Vidals, fifty eleven

Reebok remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, baths, high ceilings

All of the art of drug-dealin' 'cause mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
walk in the path the Lord has paved for me

One foot at a time, niggaz my footsteps
Put the on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, why y'all copy
I know ya'll ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me?
Come out and records sound just like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me ya a little something 'bout me

Pops tags, things fresh to like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

I know what to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright till everything goes
No pot to piss in, no to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let bygones be

the icon, who killed the industry like I-pods
Had niggaz runnin' like track stars
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-deuce for niggaz that act hood

Ridin' my uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them swing upwards
long, I'm puttin' from the green like T-Woods
Hard white is not to be with white good

White gold should never be perceived as
And cubic-zirconium never gon' shine diamonds
'Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here like me
Now let me tell ya a little something me

Pops tags, things fresh to death me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me, me, me