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' talkin' 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 bring to the
They in they own fantasy somethin' a fable
situations all disabled

I shut 'em down, like a
ain't nobody fuckin' wit the super producer
Coreleone, Trill representatives
Fuck Don P Man some of 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 Trill nigga
I handle all my problems
I'm all about
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' 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? This no free show
You gon' me cock back, hit ya ass in the door
You wanna do dat, hear dem thangs 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 away ova
Man up man up
I told you once before motherfucker up

All that, talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' shit
Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' 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 wanna do dat, I'ma hit you wit a bat
all dat shit nigga and I'ma hit you wit da gack

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

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 take yo pick, which one you want?
Bullets flyin' through yo house or goin' straight yo door

Make yo ass choke wit different strokes of my hand
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 don't do dat
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