Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

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

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

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

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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