Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

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

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

Second

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

Third

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

Think....fore you get