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 can't ball like we ball
You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims taller than y'all
We with screens installed, haters we shining on y'all
We can't shop at the mall, we get attacked at the mall

Bastard]
I'm in this game fuck 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 niggaz can't like we ball
I'm droppin my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm poppin my at the

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

[Fat
For real my we smoking that kill, and packing that steel
We making them bills, y'all acting at skills say look at that Lac on the
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 pounds and 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 you're

- 2x]

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

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

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

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters you, reach out and touch 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, flip hit licks)
Trying to bitch, we got what you got five or six
(Fat and Tuck, this T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze race track, glass packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze pass that)
House so big, to find where I parked at
(hey that, your memory might come back)
When we speak too, we'll rush you
(and it's crushed too, you say ha-choo)
stay tight, like anacondas do
(mics we like to chew, just like do)
You gon recognize us, this how we do Fat B and Tuck
(ride glass out on that buck, on 24's that's what's up)
Talking down ya game up, yeah change your game up
(candy paint the frame up, chips like Amus)
I'll-be-damned these niggaz ain't real, yes sir we 'em something to feel
(like En Vogue that's on the real, like T with a blindfold for the
grill)
We underground and we bout a mill, it a week to shoot how I love
(that's the we showing skills, not over night invested years)

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