Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so poor I speach in the phone
alone, to make it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining with homie and his
He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, a buzz
He don't deserve to ride shorty cause
individual thug caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but that we touched you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and don't give a fuck your knife say
We break, don't handle 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 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 give a little
(Girl you know you a thug)
You can' give a not just a little
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 ain't been tryin to keep up my love
If you can't deal with the and take then baby let me be
I a thug with a gangstas touch
Lets take a on raw romance
Baby blow my mind, I need you to it up
Don't slow down baby, this lady
Keep up my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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