Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

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

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

Verse:

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

Third

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

Think....fore you get