Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Thank You

1 I wanna thank you, pimps and
2 For sharing game with me
3 I wanna thank all of the
4 For showing me life, on the street
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 KNOW that'll I
6 you
7 me mayne
8 Uhh, me mayne

Ahh laced up by the best, it out
Uhh, marinatin on the with a chip in his phone
You can tell that the Hillside was his
Mo' scrill than the rest of the
Cause he got a suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylor's Boilermakers
M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde
the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth
Where I come right, twerkin over shit
boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper
Til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the hammer
Things started sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic
Turf got hot hella got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass hot baby oil
Play your 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' life on the
5 And I know that'll I
6 Forget you, that's
7 Sprinkle me
8 me mayne
* me mayne

I was at a young age
Laced down Trump tight, taught by the best
Some of still livin, some of them 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 street hustlers, the pistol packin Boone's
That put it down and the way, for me to say
The I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big talkin shit all day
Nationwide, where I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game
Stick to the rules and don't be out to no police
I always paid attention when the game was
Had all the street slang and the latest
And now I'm makin mail than a oil well
Up all night to get my money orders right

1 Uh, uh pimps and (pimps and players)
2 For your Game with me
3 All the
4 C'mon (c'mon) fo' me yo' life on the streets
5 And I know I never
6 Forget you, that's so damn
7 Sprinkle me
8 me mayne
* Suga, me gal
* Suga uh, sprinkle me gal

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

1 Insti-tutions {I thank you, pimps and players} that's right
2 FO' sharin yo' with me
3 Uhh {yeahhh ooh ooh ooh} all the
4 so damn real
5 And I know that'll I
6 {Forget you} you
7 me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real}
8 C'mon, me mayne {yeah} that's right
* Lace me {sprinkle thee}

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