Luyện nghe bài hát Me

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 ya a little something 'bout me

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

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

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

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

That's why I ride, 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 copy
I you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

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

Pops tags, things to death like me
Who pulls more out the stash than me
Y'all bitches 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
a while, sip on Hypno and Henn
I like style, you're so old school
In them Sassoon Vidals, fifty eleven

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

All of the art of drug-dealin' 'cause mil
Is two for me, it's all tax-free
for God's 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, motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I ya'll niggaz ain't fuckin' with me

How dare these niggaz try to hate on me?
out and make records sound just like me
But does this here quite like 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
bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I guess it's my time, all is on me

I what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
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 the industry like I-pods
Had these niggaz runnin' like stars
runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-deuce for niggaz that act hood

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

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

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

Pops tags, fresh to death 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, me, me