Luyện nghe bài hát Man Up

You don't 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' talkin' 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 have they own label
Wouldn't on the first to bring to the table
They in they own fantasy like a fable
situations all disabled

I 'em down, like a computer
'Cause ain't nobody wit the super producer
Coreleone, Trill town
Fuck Don P Man some of too sensitive

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

I got it and I'ma Trill nigga
I handle all my problems
I'm all respectin'
I'ma man, anybody checkin'

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' talkin' that

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

What you starin' at? This ain't no free
You gon' make me cock back, hit ya ass in the
You wanna do dat, hear dem thangs clit-clak
Goes in ya through the front, 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 ova night
Man up man up
I told you once motherfucker stand up

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' that
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 if you niggaz keep playin', you make a nigga tear a hole
Right through yo' chest, is yo' flesh, I can see yo'
You wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
Talkin' all dat shit nigga and hit you wit da gack

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

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

Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand
Say dat a G, in these 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 wanna do dat
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