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 when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from second to man, caught a buzz
He deserve to ride with shorty cause
Every individual thug in a drought
Nervous but yet you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we touched you the right way
Killers that rome the streets and don't give a what your knife say
We might break, don't handle we follow within the
beside the gun for the sun that's coming soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I 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 need a thug with a touch
Lets take a chance on raw
Baby blow my mind, I need you to it up
Don't slow down baby, lose lady
up with my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

Master P

What's up with them thuggettes out
I need a thug, ya me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See what I bout being a thug?
ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be your paper.
Be down for nigga.
Y'all be down for your bitch.
Nigga, some thug shit.
What's up to all my thugs out there?
My nigga laying it down.
Miss Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug 'Los on the beat.
You know I'm out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till eternity over at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all yall real thug bitches. (Where at?)
Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where 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 thug shit, ha ha.
I told ya nigga, it over.