Luyện nghe bài hát Never Enough

There's not much you do or say to phase me
People think I'm a bit crazy
I get it all angles, even occasionally Doc Drezy'll
Have to step in every once in a while to me

To make me stop and think about it I just say things
Sometimes I forget what other people just may
A lot of rappers probably wouldn't know how to me
If they heard some shit I layed to tape 'fore erase me

I may be a too fast-paced and racy
the average listener rewinds and plays me
Twenty times I say so many rhymes it may seem
Like I'm going too fast cause my is racing

And I could a fuck what category you place me
Long as when I'm pushin' up daisies and
As long as you place me amongst one of greats
When I the heavenly gates, I'd be cool Jay-Z

For every single die-hard fan who me
I'm for the talent in which God gave me
And I'm for the environment that he placed me
it or not, I thank my mom, far as she raised me

In a neighborhood daily that and chased me
It only made me what I am
See regardless of what anybody who hates me
You ain't gonna or break me

Tryin' to me of my credibility or make me look fake, G
only gonna be in for a rude awakening
'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna me
And when you face me with all the you've been savin'

To say to me, you had all this time to think it
Now don't pussy out and try to out, face me
'Cause I've been waitin' for the day
That we meet, in the same place to see

No how many battles I been in and won
No matter how magazines on my nuts
No how many MC's I eat up
Oh, it's enough

No matter how battles I been in and won
No matter how many on my nuts
No matter how MC's I eat up
Oh, it's enough

My flow's untouchable, now you gotta it
Uh oh, it gets worse when I go to the basics
You gon', say the shit and get your whole face split
The smell of victory it so much I can taste it

I spot my target, blaze it, hit, graze it
Your peace talk, save it, your sounds, dated
You're over-rated, I'm
To study your moves crush you motherfuckers

If I'm the best and the worst God's gift is a curse
Soldier trained to destroy, you payin' attention
I spit shit, slick shit, so you miss shit
To be specific I go ballistic, it's

My music is a drug, press play you ain't gotta it
it or pop it, roll it bag it or chop it
It get you high over and but you gotta cop it
When it's hot it's hot, hatin' is undeniable, stop it

No how many battles I been in and won
No matter how many on my nuts
No how many MC's I eat up
Oh, never enough

No matter how battles I been in and won
No matter how magazines on my nuts
No matter how many I eat up
Oh, it's never