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, long toys
It's no truce fuckin' these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe clique off the Earth,
Both can't live, somebody gotta see dirt,
What makes you think I'ma let'cha ride
Try to hide out, that makes worse
I'm comin', a hundred in the drum and,
I don't somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
niggas runnin',
is comin',
That's get THINK I ain't bout nothin',
You done been showed, blowed,
You should knowed, New Orleans carry no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't no fakin',
I mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'

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

Second

silent nigga, you know mobsters eat lobsters,
I'ma rider nigga, tote choppers,
I'ma nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
thinker nigga, thinkers ride first,
I'ma youngster nigga, takin' over,
soldier, trip get it knocked off your shoulder,
I'ma nigga, you can't predict me,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you can't me,
I hard with 'tillery four deep,
Remember I tear down both of the street,
I be, the Ca$h Money 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 handle mine with no debatin', stop

Third

Don't think I'm lame, don't judge me off thoughts mane,
at me sideways I hook up with Juv, Turk, and Wayne,
You explain, you wanna 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,
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 seein' her son done been left,
Brains like a chef, too late for Doctors to help,
It's All On U, you 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. ain't no fakin',
I handle mine with no debatin', stop

Think....fore you get