Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

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

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

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

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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