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 your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my
Underhanding me so when I speach in the phone
alone, to make it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you dining with homie and his religon
He isn't who you he was, from 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 you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and give a fuck what your knife say
We might break, 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 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 give a little
(Girl you know you a thug)
You can' give a little not just a
And assume that I'm a give you you need

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I still thinking I see
This things not 69, 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 need a thug with a gangstas
Lets take a on raw romance
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow down baby, this lady
Keep up with my

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

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