Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz fuckin' with me

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

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

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

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

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

why I ride, ain't 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 know you ain't fuckin' with me

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

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

Yeah, I know, one more gain, bitch, you better on in
Relax a while, sip on and Henn
I like your style, you're so old
In Sassoon Vidals, fifty four eleven

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

All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when it's all
for God's children, all except for me
I'ma walk in the path the Lord has for me

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

How these 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 to death like 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

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 why can't we let bygones be bygones?

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

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

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

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