Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

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

Second

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

Third

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

Think....fore you get