Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

Girl you know you a thug
you know you need a thug
Girl you know you need a

1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were with homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, second hand to man, caught a buzz
He deserve to ride with shorty cause
Every individual caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more we touched you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and give a fuck what your knife say
We might break, don't we follow within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun that's soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't a little
(Girl you know you a thug
You you need a thug)
You give a little not just a little
(Girl you know you a thug
You you need a thug)
You can't give a
(Girl you know you a thug)
You give a little not just a little
And assume that I'm a give you you need

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I thinking I can't see
This things not 69, 68 owe, one you and me
you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love
If you can't deal with the and take then baby let me be
I need a thug with a gangstas
Lets take a on raw romance
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow baby, lose this lady
Keep up my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't give a
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You can't give a little not just a
(Girl you know you a thug
You you need a thug)
You can't a little
(Girl you you need a thug)
You can' give a little not just a
Mercedes/(O'Dell)
You can't a little
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You give a little not just a little
(Girl you know you need a
You know you a thug)
You give a little, not just a little
And assume that I will give this love

P talking:

What's up them thuggettes out there?
I a thug, ya heard me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See what I mean being a thug?
Nigga ain't trying to hear all hootin and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be bout paper.
Be for your nigga.
niggas be down for your bitch.
Nigga, that's some shit.
What's up to all my motherfucking out there?
My nigga Popeye it down.
Miss Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug 'Los on the beat.
You know I'm out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till eternity over at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all yall real bitches. (Where they at?)
Ain't nothin but love. (Where them thug niggas at?)
Y'all what I mean.
What's up, let's roll on bitches (Hoody hooo.)
Get money.
Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)
Thug and bitches. (Get 'em up.)
your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.)
Raise Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.)
it ain't No motherfucking Limit. (Hum bro.)
R&B with motherfucking rap.
Now thug shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.