Luyện nghe bài hát U N*ggaz Can't Do

(*talking*)
Yeah, this is our (for real)
Big Tuck, Fat B (it go down)
Go getter, for real,

- 2x]
You niggaz can't do what we do, you niggaz ball like we ball
You niggaz can't crawl we crawl, our rims stand taller than y'all
We ride with screens installed, haters we on y'all
We can't even shop at the mall, we get at the mall

Bastard]
I'm in this game like fuck the fame, a gotta make that change
I had to put on my chain, cause I'm so hot I hurt the
You niggaz can't do like we do, you niggaz ball like we ball
I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm my trunk at the

[Big
You who it is, that nigga that sell in Brazil
A with a license to kill, and bitch I kill at will
You see that we got the game chilled, grills 24 inch wheels
Now haters head for the hills, bitch we over bills

Bastard]
For real my niggaz we smoking kill, and packing that steel
We making them bills, acting at skills say look at that Lac on the hill
We and that's fa sho, out the mall we pulling dro
Piece and be full of glow, all our shows be full of hoes fa sho

Tuck]
Fa sho we on go, got pounds and pounds of dro
Big and Fat through the do', a team that scramble for do'
For checks we scramble for eight, watch out for and fakes
Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of fakes late

- 2x]

[Big
You know where to us, on top first placers
Put Fake-obs, go get you a Jacob
V-12's don't race us, more spacious
bodacious, I'm triple to the glaciers
Man hate us, mink coats and Gators
Skills made us, rap invaders
Fuck pay us, get respect like mayors
Diamonds like layers, Fat they can't us

[Fat
I'm of working wood, too many splinters in my hand
wheel turn white, I got voice command
Hoes in V.I.P., like they truth or dare
Y'all look like ants, we move by air
Like that there, I make clear
Screens lit up in the roof, we 'em chandeliers

I hit the shower, fresh and for a hour
Hopped out walk, start mixing up that powder

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, reach out and you
(we'll rush you, you hunt you)
what we do, lay low delete you
(like E with his 40 ass, eat you)
We on some mo' shit, get fat grip
(fuck that shit, flip bricks hit licks)
to stunt bitch, we got what you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, with T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze cats race track, packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze that that)
so big, trying to find where I parked at
(hey spark that, your memory might back)
When we too, diamonds we'll rush you
(and it's crushed too, you say ha-choo)
Raps tight, like anacondas do
(mics we like to chew, just paranas do)
You niggaz gon recognize us, how we do Fat B and Tuck
(ride glass out on that buck, on cause that's what's up)
Talking down step ya up, yeah change your game up
(candy paint the frame up, stacking chips Amus)
I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to
(like En that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the shining
grill)
We underground and we a mill, it took a week to shoot how I love
(that's the real we showing skills, not over invested years)

(*talking*)
Yeah, what's up
Fat and Tuck, our year T-Town music
Know I'm saying, I let y'all boys know
September...BigTuck.com, Big radio it will be free
I y'all thinking we been bullshitting with the radio station
But finna go down, straight up
Man this our god damn year, got too much shit going
out for all the upcoming albums coming out
Look out for the Lil' Ronnie, look out for the T "The Pimp Man"
You I'm saying, look out for the DVD
It just a whole of shit, we finna bust you hoes upside the head with
For Tuck and roll, yeah