Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is reaching my tone
me so poor when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my I caught your vision
Shinin while you were 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 with shorty cause
Every individual thug caught in a
Nervous but yet you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more we touched you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and don't give a fuck your knife say
We might break, don't we follow within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun that's coming

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

You got my down 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 with the give and take baby let me be
I a thug with a gangstas touch
Lets a chance on raw romance
Baby blow my mind, I need you to it up
Don't slow down baby, lose this
Keep up with my

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

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