Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross line
Do it feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, long toys
It's no truce fuckin' these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe your off the Earth,
Both cliques can't live, somebody see dirt,
What makes you think I'ma ride first?
Try to hide out, that makes shit
Believe I'm comin', a hundred in the and,
I spanked somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
niggas runnin',
is comin',
That's what'cha get THINK I ain't nothin',
You done been showed, blowed,
You should knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. bout no fakin',
I handle mine 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 split a wig? "U" all "N"
You and understimatin', think again
You think I ain't gone split a Think again,
You guessin' and "U" all "N"
You think I ain't split a wig? "U" all "N"
You and understimatin', think again

Verse:

I'ma 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 off your shoulder,
I'ma roller nigga, you can't me,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you can't me,
I come hard 'tillery four deep,
Remember I down both sides of the street,
I be, the Ca$h Money B.G.,
Ain't no if you beef with me,
let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep,
I'll be in all with reeboks on my feet,
Say up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Third

Don't 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 be hard don't whine,
I click-clats it back and let you it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say I'ma you'll leave me wet
I believe you believe I take death threats,
You're wrong Wootay, absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootay, seventeen damagin' health,
That's spankin' completed under my belt,
Your Mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son done left,
Brains cooked like a chef, too late for to help,
It's All On U, you that issue on yourself,
Think you know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle muscle just to increase my wealth,
Nigga say up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop

Think....fore you get