Luyện nghe bài hát Me

I know you niggaz ain't with me

How these niggaz try to fuckin' 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 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

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 with the rims you can sit in
Or the with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin', not how I'm livin'

The realest, the in the realest state
I got real estates in states, go figure
I ain't singin' "You'se a Gold Digger"
But bitch, you fuckin' 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 know you ain't fuckin' with me

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

tags, things 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 it's my time, all 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 four

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

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

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

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

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

I know what to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright till everything wrong
No pot to in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why we let bygones be bygones?

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

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
Hard white is not to be with white good

White gold never be perceived as platinum
And cubic-zirconium never gon' shine diamonds
'Cause, no matter how hard copy, they still not me
Y'all bitch, 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, things fresh to like me
Who pulls more whips out the than me
bitches wanna ride, come on, it's on me
I it's my time, all eyes is on me, me, me