Luyện nghe bài hát Who, Not Me

Small World, Small World, Small World, World
No way, no how, get 'em blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow
Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin'
And you think they talkin? 'bout you, you not quite

You I'm sayin'? But it ain't no way they talking 'bout you
Introducing the new members of tha peace, small world
From Norfolk, Dolla Boi from Circle, here we go, what?

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Three, two, one, what's is the start but bitch we be saying
We, we just getting started it since one, been monitoring
Pondering it, how 'bout I pull it out and kapaow?
I'll 'em up out his mouth with it, big Small World

Norfolik is the gang, clip in the jeans
Put 'em in a box Bisquick, I'm a laker wit clips
Get 'em in the lake wit clips, truth is ya a clipper clips
cha bitch, I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you

For looting dollars but you and dollarless, fuck it
I shot for Luda and Dolla, I crash parties, blast with proposed
I'm a have a problem like scrap blat with me of hoes

One for ya damn or there be mixture of blood and dandruff
If you don't get my damn drift, creep to ya grave and leak DT
This is yo highness at his less tempered, keep it pimpin' and

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

I been having a bad day, the same ol' shit, we give a fuck
About who you is, the same ol' clique, and the ol' biz
The ol flip , wit the same ol whip, the same 4-4, with
The same ol' clip, half the bullets gone, the otha you can get

Bitch, R.I.P. Rick James, I'm rich bitch, you to much
Nigga, you a snitch and we don't do it like that
We do three quarter drops and we bring a brick back,
Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack, unload 'em, 'em

We back black and dem gats letting off, red dots loud noises
Like planes taking off, Dolla Boi, I got the in a cross
Make me at cha boss, for dem things coming soft, nigga

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Oh, oh, oh, oh, now if a bad bitch wants dick, it's dick
I her, Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver, neva back down
Won't shake nor shiver, fuck me and get found
In the Chattahoochee River, this seven inch will put a stop

To his ticker, but shorties to the body make him drop much
Yeah, I to be a nice lil' nigga, fuck with anything I love
I'm a cold killa, eating off of 'sace, versace
on Chinchilla, eight figga nigga, I'm a multi milla

See me in the street, it can't get no realer, giving to my hood
With a pocket full of scrilla, my neighbors say', "My house
Get no bigga", I do good ass bidness with a bad ass temper,
Tell ya bitch, stop playing with my or I'll stick her, stick her

Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me

Who the fuck you to?
Not me, be me, naw not me
Who the you talking to?
Not me, be me, naw not me