Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross line
Do it I'ma you ain't respectin' my mind
I loose, backed up, with long toys
It's no truce fuckin' with these hot
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 ride
Try to hide out, that 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 been showed, blowed,
You should have knowed, New Orleans no hoes
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. bout no fakin',
I mine with no debatin' stop underestimatin'

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

Verse:

I'ma silent nigga, you mobsters eat lobsters,
I'ma rider nigga, tote choppers,
I'ma nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I'ma thinker nigga, ride first,
I'ma nigga, youngsters takin' over,
I'ma soldier, trip get it off your shoulder,
I'ma roller nigga, you predict me,
Thinkin' I'm fake, you can't me,
I come hard with four deep,
Remember I tear both sides of the street,
I be, the Ca$h Money B.G.,
Ain't no sleep if you with me,
let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't gotta creep,
I'll be in all black reeboks on my feet,
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. bout no fakin',
I mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

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 it back and let you tell it to my nine,
Sendin' messages, say bitch you'll leave me wet
I believe you believe I take death threats,
You're Wootay, you're absolutely wrong
Now it's on Wootay, your seventeen health,
That's another spankin' under my belt,
Your Mom in black on the floor her seein' that her son been left,
Brains like a chef, too late for Doctors to help,
It's All On U, you brought issue on yourself,
Think you 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 handle mine with no debatin', underestimatin'

Think....fore you get