Luyện nghe bài hát Man Up

You wanna do dat
You don't do dat
You don't do dat

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

Now eve'body wanna fuckin' they own label
Wouldn't on the first to bring to the table
in they own fantasy somethin' like a fable
Handicap situations all

I shut 'em down, like a
'Cause nobody fuckin' wit the super producer
Coreleone, Trill representatives
Fuck Don P Man of y'all too sensitive

But ya right, me
But ain't 'nam day you touch me
Talkin' 'bout, Don P, why you
Man you to chill out get to the money

I already got it and I'ma Trill
I handle all my besides
I'm all about
I'ma man, before checkin'

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

What you starin' at? ain't no free show
You gon' make me cock back, hit ya ass in the
You don't wanna do dat, hear dem clit-clak
Goes in ya the front, comes out through the back

Come and my night, love to talk but hate to fight
Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go ova night
Man up man up
I told you once before stand up

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

Now if you keep playin', you gon' make a nigga tear a hole
through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul
You wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack

Seventeen out da barrel on my .45
Four plus five equals nine goin' through yo
Sit yo ass down hoe, make a move you go
Erase you off da map and beat yo ass at yo own

Ain't no games wit you lames when it comes to gangsta shit
Throwin' up my middle finger, on my own dick
Niggaz they slick take yo pick, which one you want?
flyin' through yo house or goin' straight through yo door

Make yo ass choke wit strokes of my hand movements
Say dat a G, in these streets, man you gotta prove in
Next, time I see you talkin' shit
I'ma yo mouth and put yo ass in a ditch, bitch

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit

Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up
Man up motherfucker, man up

You don't do dat
You wanna do dat
You don't do dat
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