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 ball like we ball
You niggaz crawl like we crawl, our rims stand taller than y'all
We ride screens installed, haters we shining on y'all
We even shop at the mall, we get attacked at the mall

[Fat
I'm in game like fuck the fame, a nigga gotta make 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 can't ball we ball
I'm my top and I'm flippin my screen, and I'm poppin my trunk at the

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

Bastard]
For real my we smoking that kill, and packing that steel
We them bills, y'all acting at skills say look at that Lac on the hill
We grind and fa sho, out the mall we pulling 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 Tuck and Fat through the do', a team scramble for do'
For checks we scramble for eight, out for phonies and fakes
Gallons got hung a H, got rid of fakes you're late

- 2x]

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

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

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

- 2x]

[Big & (Fat Bastard)]
Haters fuck you, reach out and you
(we'll rush you, you hunt you)
This what we do, lay low you
(like E with his 40 ass, eat you)
We on mo' shit, get fat grip shit
(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 cats race track, glass packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze pass that)
House so big, trying to find where I at
(hey that, your memory might come back)
we speak too, diamonds we'll rush you
(and crushed too, make you say ha-choo)
Raps stay tight, like 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 24's cause that's up)
Talking down step ya game up, change 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 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, this our year T-Town
Know I'm saying, I wanna let y'all know
September...BigTuck.com, Big Tuck radio it be free
I y'all thinking we been bullshitting 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 albums out
Look out for the Ronnie, look out for the Double T "The Pimp Man"
You I'm saying, look out for the DVD
It just a whole bunch of shit, we finna you hoes upside the head with
For Tuck and roll, yeah