Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my
me so poor when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my business I caught your
Shinin while you were dining homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, second hand to man, caught a buzz
He don't deserve to with shorty cause
individual 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 we follow within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun coming soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

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

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

Master P

What's up with them thuggettes out
I need a thug, ya me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See I mean bout being a thug?
ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be your paper.
Be down for nigga.
Y'all be down for your bitch.
Nigga, that's thug shit.
What's up to all my thugs out there?
My Popeye laying it down.
With Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug nigga on the beat.
You know I'm out, MP.
Ha ha.
we thugs till 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?)
know what I mean.
What's up, let's 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 mixed with rap.
Now that's shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.