Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

Girl you know you need a
Girl you know you need a
you know you need 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 business I caught vision
Shinin you were dining with homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a
He don't deserve to ride shorty cause
Every individual caught in a drought
but yet about you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and don't a fuck what your knife say
We might break, don't handle we within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun that's soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I still I can't see
things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you ain't been to keep up with my love
If you can't deal with the and take then baby let me be
I need a thug with a touch
Lets take a chance on raw
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 need a
You know you a thug)
You can't give a little not a little
(Girl you know you need a
You know you a thug)
You can't give a
(Girl you know you a thug)
You can' give a not just a little
Mercedes/(O'Dell)
You give a little
(Girl you know you need a
You know you a thug)
You can't give a little not a little
(Girl you you need a thug
You know you 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 out there?
I need a thug, ya me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See what I mean bout being a
Nigga ain't trying to all that hootin and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be your paper.
Be for your nigga.
Y'all be down for your bitch.
Nigga, some thug shit.
up to all my motherfucking thugs out there?
My nigga Popeye it down.
Miss Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug 'Los on the beat.
You I'm thugged out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we till eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all yall thug bitches. (Where they at?)
Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where thug niggas at?)
Y'all know I mean.
What's up, let's roll on these (Hoody hooo.)
Get money.
Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)
Thug and bitches. (Get 'em up.)
your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.)
Raise Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.)
it ain't No motherfucking Limit. (Hum bro.)
R&B mixed motherfucking rap.
Now that's shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.