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 like we
You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims taller than y'all
We ride with screens installed, we shining 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 nigga gotta make change
I had to put on my chain, I'm so hot I hurt the same
You niggaz can't do like we do, you niggaz can't ball like we
I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm my trunk at the

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

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

[Big
Fa sho we moving on go, got and pounds of dro
Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a 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 you're

- 2x]

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

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

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

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, reach out and you
(we'll rush you, you hunt you)
This we do, lay low delete you
(like E with his 40 ass, eat you)
We on some mo' shit, get fat shit
(fuck that bitch shit, bricks hit licks)
Trying to bitch, we got what you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, with T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze race track, glass packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze pass that)
House so big, trying to where I parked at
(hey spark that, memory might come back)
When we speak too, we'll rush you
(and it's too, make you say ha-choo)
Raps stay tight, anacondas do
(mics we like to chew, 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 that's up)
Talking down step ya game up, yeah your game up
(candy paint the up, stacking chips like Amus)
I'll-be-damned these ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to feel
(like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a for the shining
grill)
We underground and we bout a mill, it a week to shoot how I love
(that's the real we skills, not over night invested years)

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