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 sound like me
But nobody this here quite like me
Now let me ya a little something 'bout me

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

Man everybody rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
some shit to get they name in the newspapers
Haters pay they dues
Always got they in somebody shoes

Walk with me or this old Bentley with the rims you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that'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 estates in different states, go
'Cause I ain't singin' "You'se a Digger"
But bitch, you ain't with no broke niggaz

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

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

tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
bitches 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 come on in
Relax a while, sip on and Henn
I your style, you're so old school
In them Sassoon Vidals, fifty eleven

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

All of the art of drug-dealin' every mil
Is two for me, when all tax-free
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, leave one set of
Man, y'all can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know ya'll niggaz ain't with me

How dare these try to fuckin' hate on me?
Come out and make records sound like me
But nobody does here quite like me
Now let me ya a little something 'bout me

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

I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no
And everything's alright till everything wrong
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 niggaz runnin' track stars
Except runnin' backwards I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-deuce for niggaz that act hood

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

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

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

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