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' 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 eve'body fuckin' have they own label
Wouldn't on the first shit to to the table
They in they own somethin' like a fable
Handicap all disabled

I shut 'em down, a computer
'Cause ain't nobody fuckin' wit the producer
Coreleone, town representatives
Fuck Don P Man some of y'all too

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

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

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

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, dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya the front, comes out through the back

Come and make my night, to talk but hate to fight
Was you a bitch? I was a bitch, it don't go away ova
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 niggaz keep playin', you gon' make a tear a hole
Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo'
You don't do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack

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

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

Make yo ass choke wit different of my hand movements
Say dat your a G, in streets, man you gotta prove in
Next, time I see you talkin' shit
I'ma rearrange yo 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 don't do dat
You wanna do dat
You don't do dat
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