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

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head and I still thinking I can't see
things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you been tryin to keep 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 a chance on raw romance
Baby blow my mind, I need you to it up
Don't slow down baby, this lady
up with my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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