Luyện nghe bài hát I'ma Thug

YG]
If you're looking for me, nigga, get me
Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas
You know she her nails done, her weave spiffy
it to the house and get jiggy
Nigga, I'm a thug, the cops and judge
1: YG]
Fresh off the block, I got
Talking bout colors, well I got
The girl I dated, that bitch got hurt
Put that on something -- nigga, that's on my
Riding in the whip, in the whip
And if she ain't fucking, she flying off a cliff
never sleep, nigga never eat shrimp
She heard a faithful -- bitch, that's a myth
I'm bout to bring the back, bout to bring the coast back
I be burning bread, yep, go and toast that
Taking bitches, better get your bitch Lojacked
Like a condom wrapper, nigga, get your ass tore
One twenty on the dash, no belt
So high, a nigga need help
Money over broke bitches, a nigga mean that
head was so good, a nigga felt it in his kneecaps

[Verse 2: Meek
Glock 40, posted, and I feel like a
Middle of the summer, I be out where the corner at
Started with a eight-ball, I bought a quarter back
Put a price on your head, nigga, I order that
two time felon
Y'all niggas telling, around we crack your melon
All this kush I be inhaling, y'all be jealous
Bad bitch with me, buying shoes like
She gon the whole team; I be on lean
on purp, me, my nigga Dean
Pigeon in the kitchen, off the triple beam
We get straight down to that money, no ifs ands are in
I be rolling, nigga I be
In this Panamera, whip bitch like it was stolen
Prezzie on my wrist, racks all going
And my neck all little nigga, I be holding, bitch

3: YG]
I got the shotgun cocked, ready to go
I got your girl on my ready to ho
Y'all know niggas ain't fucking me
Y'all know my nigga Mustard on the
I got the shotgun cocked, right to go
I got your on my phone ready to ho
Y'all know ain't fucking with me
Y'all know my Mustard on the beat