Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my
Underhanding me so poor when I in the phone
Featured alone, to it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining with and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from hand to man, caught a buzz
He don't deserve to ride with shorty
Every individual caught in a drought
Nervous but yet you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but that we touched you chose the right way
Killers rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your 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 give a
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You can't give a not just a little
(Girl you know you a thug
You you need a thug)
You give a little
(Girl you know you a thug)
You can' 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 still I can't see
This not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you ain't been tryin to keep up my love
If you can't deal with the give and take then let me be
I need a thug with a touch
Lets take a on raw romance
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow down baby, lose lady
up with my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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