Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

Girl you you need 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
Underhanding me so poor when I in the phone
Featured alone, to it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you dining with homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a
He don't to ride with shorty cause
individual thug caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put your in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we touched you 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
Resting beside the gun for the sun that's soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't a little
(Girl you know you a thug
You you need 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 a little
(Girl you know you a thug)
You can' give a little not just a
And assume I'm a give you what 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 ain't tryin to keep up with my love
If you can't deal with the and take then baby let me be
I need a with a gangstas touch
Lets take a chance on raw
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow down baby, lose this
Keep up with my

(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 you need 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 give a little
(Girl you know you need a
You you need 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 little, not just a
And assume I will give into this love

Master P

What's up with thuggettes out there?
I need a thug, ya me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See I mean bout 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.
With Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug nigga on the beat.
You know I'm out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all yall thug bitches. (Where they at?)
Ain't nothin but love. (Where them thug niggas at?)
know what I mean.
What's up, let's 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 ain't No Limit. (Hum bro.)
R&B mixed with rap.
Now that's shit, ha ha.
I told ya nigga, it over.