Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

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

You think I ain't gone a wig? Think again,
You and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't gone a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin', again
You think I ain't gone split a Think again,
You and underestimatin' "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 nigga, thinkers 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,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you know me,
I come hard with four deep,
Remember I down both sides of the street,
Nigga I be, the Money B.G.,
Ain't no if you beef with me,
I'll let you know I'm comin' 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 handle mine no debatin', stop 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 be hard don't whine,
I click-clats it back and let you it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say I'ma bitch you'll me wet
I can't you believe I take death threats,
You're wrong Wootay, absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootay, your damagin' health,
another 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 brought that on yourself,
you could know me, got kicked off the shelf,
I hustle muscle just to increase my wealth,
say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Think....fore you get