Luyện nghe bài hát U N*ggaz Can't Do

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

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

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

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

Bastard]
For real my niggaz we smoking kill, and packing that steel
We making them bills, y'all acting at skills say at that Lac on the hill
We grind and that's fa sho, out the mall we dro
Piece and chain be full of glow, all our 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 phonies and
Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of fakes late

- 2x]

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

Bastard]
I'm of working wood, too many splinters in my hand
Steering wheel turn white, I got command
Hoes in V.I.P., they play truth or dare
look like ants, cause we move by air
Like that there, I make clear
Screens lit up in the roof, we call 'em

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

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, out and touch you
(we'll rush you, you hunt you)
This we do, lay low delete you
(like E his 40 liquor ass, eat you)
We on mo' shit, get fat grip shit
(fuck that bitch shit, bricks hit licks)
to stunt bitch, we got what you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, this T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze cats race track, glass
(purple haze sacks, that pass that)
House so big, trying to find where I at
(hey spark that, your memory come back)
When we too, diamonds we'll rush you
(and it's crushed too, you say ha-choo)
Raps stay tight, like do
(mics we to chew, just like paranas do)
You niggaz gon recognize us, how we do Fat B and Tuck
(ride glass out on that buck, on 24's cause what's up)
Talking down step ya game up, change your game up
(candy the frame up, stacking chips like Amus)
I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we 'em something to feel
(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 night years)

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