Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Thank You

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

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

1 Uhh and players
2 For sharing your with me
3 All the
4 Fo' showin me yo' on the streets
5 And I that'll I never
6 you, that's real
7 me mayne
8 Lace me
* me mayne

I was at a young age
Laced down Trump 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 must confess, I a made it without
The big timers, the top-hats, the
The hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's
That put it and paved the way, for me to say
The things I say, and I'm proud to be from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big time shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to you stay
B like the beast, keep yo' game creased
Stick to the and don't be sellin out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was
Had all the street slang and the speech
And now I'm more mail than a oil well
Up all night tryin to get my money right

1 Uh, uh pimps and (pimps and players)
2 For sharing your Game me
3 All the
4 C'mon (c'mon) fo' me yo' life on the streets
5 And I know I never
6 you, that's so damn real
7 Sprinkle me
8 Sprinkle me
* Suga, me gal
* Suga c'mon uh, 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 to ride
Smob, stay jobbin knew was raw
a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in them candy Benzes
I've run all this game that the pop
Spittin game to keep a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same, but the players
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it mayne
timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga sprinkle
Paper chasin steady 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 you, pimps and players} that's right
2 FO' sharin yo' game me
3 Uhh ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers
4 That's so damn
5 And I know that'll I
6 {Forget forget you
7 Lace me mayne, me mayne {and that's real}
8 C'mon, sprinkle me mayne that's right
* Lace me mayne {sprinkle

That right? Forty-water, the click
With my Suga T
y'all know how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 1-0
That's the carI with
And it goes for all the nationwide
players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up