Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

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

1: (Popeye)

Forget feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so poor when I speach in the
Featured alone, to make it my business I your vision
Shinin while you were with homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, a buzz
He don't deserve to ride with shorty
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 that rome the streets and don't give a what your knife say
We break, don't handle 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 you need 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 you need 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 down and I still I can't see
This 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 with a gangstas touch
Lets take a on raw romance
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow down baby, this lady
up with my stuff

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

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

P talking:

What's up with them out there?
I a thug, ya heard me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See what I mean being a thug?
Nigga ain't to hear all that hootin and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be your paper.
Be for your nigga.
Y'all niggas be down for bitch.
Nigga, that's some shit.
What's up to all my motherfucking out there?
My nigga Popeye it down.
With Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug nigga on the beat.
You I'm thugged out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all real thug bitches. (Where they at?)
nothin but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?)
Y'all what I mean.
What's up, let's roll on these (Hoody hooo.)
Get money.
Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)
niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.)
Floss your 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 thug shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.