Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
Come out and make records just like me
But does this here quite like me
Now let me tell ya a little something me

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

Man everybody wanna like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk shit to get they name in the newspapers
never pay they dues
Always got they in somebody shoes

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

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

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

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me?
out and make 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 whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I guess my time, all eyes is on me

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

classics 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, when all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'ma in the path the Lord has paved for me

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

How dare niggaz 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 like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash me
Y'all wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

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

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

my six-deuce uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing
Money long, I'm from the green like T-Woods
Hard white is not to be confused with white

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

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

Pops tags, things fresh to like me
Who more 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, me, me