Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

Stop it right there, I you to cross that line
Do it feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot
Do whatever it to wipe your clique off the Earth,
Both cliques can't live, gotta see dirt,
What makes you I'ma let'cha ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes worse
I'm comin', a hundred in the drum and,
I don't somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
Bitch runnin',
is comin',
That's what'cha get THINK I bout nothin',
You done been showed, blowed,
You should have knowed, New Orleans no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. bout no fakin',
I handle mine no debatin' stop underestimatin'

You think I ain't split a wig? Think again,
You and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You and understimatin', think again
You think I ain't gone split a wig? again,
You and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You I ain't gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin', again

Verse:

I'ma silent nigga, you know eat lobsters,
rider nigga, riders tote choppers,
I'ma gangsta nigga, wet shirts,
I'ma thinker nigga, ride first,
I'ma nigga, youngsters takin' over,
I'ma soldier, trip get it knocked off shoulder,
I'ma nigga, you can't predict me,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you know me,
I hard with 'tillery four deep,
Remember I tear both sides of the street,
Nigga I be, the Ca$h B.G.,
Ain't no sleep if you beef me,
I'll let you I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep,
I'll be in all with reeboks on my feet,
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't no fakin',
I mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Third

think I'm lame, don't judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways I hook up Juv, Turk, and Wayne,
You can't explain, you wanna be hard whine,
I click-clats it back and let you it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say I'ma bitch leave me wet
I can't believe you believe I death threats,
wrong Wootay, you're absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootay, your seventeen health,
That's another completed under my belt,
Your Mom in black on the floor her that her son done been left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for to help,
It's All On U, you brought that on yourself,
Think you could know me, got off the shelf,
I hustle muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't no fakin',
I handle mine no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Think....fore you get