Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' me

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

Pops tags, things fresh to death 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

Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, like Rule
Talk shit to get they name in the newspapers
Haters pay they dues
Always got they feet in somebody

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

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

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

How dare these niggaz try to fuckin' on me?
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does this 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 bitches wanna ride, come on, on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me

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

Reebok remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with like little kids and
Even though we men we big wheelin'
cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings

All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
Pray for children, all except for me
I'ma in the path the Lord has paved for me

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

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

Pops tags, fresh to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than 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 everything's alright till goes wrong
No pot to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let bygones be

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

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

White gold should be perceived as platinum
And cubic-zirconium gon' shine like diamonds
'Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they not me
bitch, niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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

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