Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

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

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

Second

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

Third

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

Think....fore you get