Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my
me so poor when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining with homie and his
He who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz
He don't deserve to with shorty cause
Every individual thug caught in a
Nervous but yet about you, put heart in my lap
to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right way
Killers rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your knife say
We break, don't handle we follow within the moon
Resting the gun for the sun that's coming soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I still thinking I see
things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you ain't been tryin to up with my love
If you can't deal the give and take then baby let me be
I need a thug a gangstas touch
Lets a chance on raw romance
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
slow down baby, lose this lady
Keep up my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

What's up them 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 for your nigga.
Y'all niggas be for your bitch.
Nigga, some thug shit.
What's up to all my thugs out there?
My nigga laying it down.
With Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug 'Los on the beat.
You I'm thugged out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all real thug bitches. (Where they at?)
Ain't but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?)
Y'all what I mean.
What's up, roll 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 motherfucking rap.
Now thug shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.