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 like we ball
You niggaz can't crawl like we crawl, our rims taller than y'all
We ride with screens installed, haters we shining on
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, cause I'm so hot I hurt the
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, that nigga that sell in
A nigga a license to kill, and bitch I kill at will
You see that we got the game chilled, platinum grills 24 wheels
Now haters head for the hills, bitch we over bills

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

[Big
Fa sho we moving on go, got pounds and of dro
Big Tuck and Fat through the do', a that scramble for do'
For checks we for eight, watch out for phonies and fakes
Gallons got hung with a H, got rid of you're late

- 2x]

[Big
You know where to place us, on top placers
Put Fake-obs, go get you a Jacob
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 game
Fuck free pay us, get like mayors
Diamonds like layers, Fat they fade us

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

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 we do, lay low delete you
(like E his 40 liquor 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, this T-Town rhyme skit)
We amaze cats track, glass packs
(purple haze sacks, blaze that that)
House so big, trying to find where I at
(hey spark that, memory might come back)
When we speak too, diamonds rush you
(and crushed too, make you say ha-choo)
stay tight, like anacondas 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 that's what's up)
Talking down step ya game up, yeah your game up
(candy paint the frame up, stacking like Amus)
I'll-be-damned niggaz ain't real, yes sir we give '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 real we skills, not over night invested years)

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