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' talkin' that
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that

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

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

I 'em down, like a computer
'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the 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 need to 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 anybody

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

What you at? This ain't no free show
You gon' make me back, hit ya ass in the door
You wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya through the front, 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 before motherfucker stand up

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

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

Now if you niggaz keep playin', you gon' a nigga tear a hole
through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo' soul
You don't wanna do dat, hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit nigga and hit you wit da gack

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

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

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

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

You wanna do dat
You wanna do dat
You wanna do dat
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