Luyện nghe bài hát Not Like Me

Original roughnecks, {laughing}
Check!

(Chorus 2x)
Nobody them blocks like-a we
Nobody bust them heads we
could outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR

[Lil'
Look, it's little
Legendary like Bob
17 superstar, feel me
I tell ya, shorty million dollar,
Don't test, 'cause lil' is a rider, nigga
Got my click me.. every step of tha way
Hit your wards, with tha pump, with your chest and face
I'm a bloodhound... I lyin', I'm thugged out!
I'm from uptown... and ain't no Beverly Hills
You wan' know what that be Well, curiousity kills
Send chills up my trigga finger, tha dummy
'Specially if it's a drought, I got ta have tha
Take tha hit, even if it's tha average money
Got to make it through tha week, and feed my family
I'm a lil' thug, what
Belt-buckle down to my cuffs, what
And police don't matter, they can suck what
Tha price right if I catch ya slippin', nigga, what what..

(Chorus)
Nobody them blocks like-a we (nawww)
bust them heads like-a we (hmmmm)
Nobody outshin we
Tha whole CMR, CMR ([Baby]What!) ([Pap.] For real!)

([Baby]What! What!)Nobody them blocks like-a we ([Pap.] nawww)
bust them heads like-a we ([Baby] Say it, say it) ([Pap.] hmmmm)
Nobody outshine we
Tha whole CMR, CMR (For real!!)

[Mannie
Eeh, what,
What, you got a (?), 'cause of tha threats that you me?
Lil' boy, I got so much money, I know who killed
I hear you tellin' people tha people you done
But look, everytime I me to ya, you all about fun
made you bring a knife to a gun fight... now that's not right!
Why your bitch-ass even up tonight?
Nigga, we use ta kick it Tai Bo
I know.. what made you go sideshow, turn jive whore
Kickin', trifling, dirty, and low
We use ta split chicken.. ride ta and back
I drive tha rental car while you tha Cadillac
Shakin' like a of hot dice
Doin' 55, duckin' feds, law enforcement, and
Niggas turn like fake gold.. sell soul
Treat'cha like Chicago in tha ice cold!
9-karat 44's, and
Keep a nose
And Teflon bullet-proof clothes

(Chorus)
Nobody burn them blocks like-a we ([B.G.] What?)
Nobody (Stop!) them heads like-a we (What? What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha whole CMR (What?), CMR (What?) (What?) ([Pap.] Uh-huhh!)

Nobody burn them blocks (Stop!) we (Stop!) ([Pap.] nawww) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody bust heads (Stop!) like-a we (Stop!) ([Pap.] hmmmm) ([B.G.]
What?)
Nobody could (Stop!) (Stop!) we (What?)
Tha CMR (What?), CMR (Stop!) family (Stop!) ([Pap.] For real!!)

Nigga line, get smoked
I don't kidd, or
Fuckin' with my B.G., off top I'm goin'
I don't play with these
I get.. low down and
And have niggas' coverin' tha ground
I'm tha number-one stunter, you don't my trouble
I'll four niggas in your hood in my hummer
I'm from in tha game, but ain't a damn thing change

[B.G.]
Ya get a whole thing for ten, nigga, tha tha same

My money long, but it don't run with tha
I bought a Hotel Cash Money Resort
Hos love my grill, hos love my

[B.G.]
These hos love tha way that.. Baby live

But I'm a thug-ass nigga, arms of some taps
Got a Cash Money 'cross my back
You want funk with me.. I don't think you do, nigga

[B.G.]
We'll put ten-a-piece on your crew

What!

(Chorus 4x)
{fading out in 4th}