Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Thank You

1 I thank you, pimps and players
2 For sharing your with me
3 I wanna 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, right
5 And I KNOW I never
6 you
7 me mayne
8 Uhh, me mayne

Ahh laced up by the best, it out
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his
You can tell that the Hillside was his
Mo' scrill than the rest of the
Cause he got a chop suey in the
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, twerkin shit
Business off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith
started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack yola
Turf got hot hella heads got shot on body soil
Po'-po's on ass like hot baby oil
Play your cards right son can have cash
But you gotta get in and out if you 'em to last

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

I was at a young age
Laced with Trump tight, taught by the best
Some of them still livin, some of them done put to rest
But I was blessed, and luckily I it out
But I must confess, I wouldn't a it without
The big timers, the top-hats, the
The street hustlers, the pistol packin Boone's
That put it down and 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 talkin shit all day
Nationwide, from where I stay to where you
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' creased
Stick to the and don't be sellin out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was
Had all the slang and the latest speech
And now I'm makin more mail than a oil
Up all night tryin to get my orders 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 uh, sprinkle me gal

It started my momma (yo' momma?) Hard headed and all
She said, Only the survive, Suga stay strong
Seein a bunch of fools, that to ride
Smob, stay jobbin they was raw
Without a pot to in
Used to drive through the turf in them paint Benzes
I've run all game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the
Now the game's the same, but the changed
Ain't but a thang, keep it real mayne
timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my sprinkle thee
Paper chasin flowin to the dome
It ain't no place home, oooh oooh
Pay my respects and give my
To all the soldiers on the streets and in the

1 Insti-tutions {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} 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, sprinkle me mayne {and real}
8 C'mon, sprinkle me {yeah} that's right
* Lace me mayne {sprinkle

That right? Forty-water, the click
my sista Suga T
Lettin know how we do it up in the Yay
4-1-5 1-0
That's the roll with
And it goes for all the nationwide
Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and me up