Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Thank You

1 I wanna you, pimps and players
2 For sharing game with me
3 I wanna thank all of the
4 For showing me your life, on the
5 And I know I never
6 you
7 Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget you
8
3 All the
4 C'mon, right
5 And I that'll I never
6 you
7 me mayne
8 Uhh, sprinkle me

Ahh up by the best, check it out
Uhh, marinatin on the with a chip in his phone
You can tell the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the of the pushers
Cause he got a suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on drinkin Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and English
the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
Where I come dead right, over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy
Til the homey his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Things started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin
Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack yola
Turf got hot heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass hot baby oil
Play your cards right son everybody can cash
But you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to

1 Uhh pimps and
2 For sharing your game me
3 All the
4 Fo' showin me yo' life on the
5 And I know that'll I
6 Forget you, real
7 me mayne
8 me mayne
* Lace me

I was at a young age
Laced down with tight, taught by the best
Some of them still livin, some of done been put to rest
But I was blessed, and luckily I it out
But I confess, I wouldn't a made it without
The big timers, the top-hats, the
The hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's
put it down and paved the way, for me to say
The things I say, and I'm to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from I stay to where you stay
B the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased
Stick to the and don't be sellin out to no police
I always attention when the game was preached
Had all the street slang and the latest
And now I'm makin mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin to get my orders right

1 Uh, uh and players (pimps and players)
2 For sharing your Game me
3 All the
4 C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the
5 And I know that'll I
6 Forget you, that's so damn
7 me mayne
8 Sprinkle me
* Suga, me gal
* Suga uh, sprinkle me gal

It started from my momma (yo' momma?) Hard and all
She said, Only the survive, Suga stay strong
Seein a bunch of fools, that used to
Smob, stay jobbin knew was raw
a pot to piss in
Used to through the turf in them candy paint Benzes
I've run all this that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to a notch on the jock
Now the the same, but the players changed
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it mayne
timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, my nogga sprinkle thee
Paper steady flowin to the dome
It ain't no place home, oooh oooh
Pay my respects and give my
To all the on the streets and in the institutions

1 Insti-tutions {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's
2 FO' yo' game with me
3 Uhh {yeahhh ooh ooh ooh} all the
4 so damn real
5 And I that'll I never
6 you} forget you
7 Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's
8 C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} right
* me mayne {sprinkle thee}

That Forty-water, from the click
With my sista T
Lettin y'all how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 1-0
the carI roll with
And it goes for all the nationwide
Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and me up