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 we do, you niggaz can't ball like 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 even at the mall, we get attacked at the mall

[Fat
I'm in this game like fuck the fame, a nigga gotta that 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 ball like we ball
I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm my trunk 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, grills 24 inch wheels
Now haters head for the hills, bitch we fight bills

Bastard]
For real my 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 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 moving on go, got pounds and of dro
Big Tuck and Fat 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 know where to place us, on top placers
Put them Fake-obs, go get you a
V-12's don't race us, house spacious
bodacious, I'm triple to the glaciers
Man they hate us, mink and Gators
Skills made us, rap game
Fuck free pay us, get respect like
Diamonds like layers, Fat they fade us

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

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

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, reach out and you
(we'll rush you, fleet you you)
This what we do, lay low you
(like E his 40 liquor ass, eat you)
We on some mo' shit, get fat grip
(fuck bitch shit, flip bricks hit licks)
Trying to stunt bitch, we got you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, this T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze cats track, glass packs
(purple sacks, blaze that 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 crushed too, make you say ha-choo)
Raps stay tight, like do
(mics we to chew, just like paranas do)
You niggaz gon recognize us, this how we do Fat B and
(ride out on that buck, on 24's cause that's what's up)
Talking down step ya game up, change your game up
(candy paint the frame up, stacking chips Amus)
these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give 'em something to feel
(like En Vogue that's on the real, like T a blindfold for the shining
grill)
We underground and we bout a mill, it took a week to shoot how I
(that's the we showing skills, not over night invested years)

(*talking*)
Yeah, what's up
Fat and Tuck, this our year music
Know I'm saying, I wanna let y'all boys
September...BigTuck.com, Big Tuck it will be free
I know y'all we been bullshitting with the radio station
But finna go down, straight up
Man this our god damn year, got too shit going down
Look out for all the upcoming coming out
out for the Lil' Ronnie, look out for the Double 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