Luyện nghe bài hát U Need It

(*talking*)
Whaaaaa, happ'n (alright, alright)
Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear)
It's from New Orleans, AKA City
All the way to T-Town, you know what I'm
And you how a nigga rocking, uh-huh
It's real on this end, you heard me
It's real in the field, you I'm saying believe it

[B.G.]
I'm off the block, niggaz love me cause I it real
Hustlers me, cause I spit everything that they live
I got a connect with the pills, and the dro
I get that coat soon as it hit Miami, off the
I got a I keep it on me, I don't ever slip
Seventeen enough, I rock with that extended clip
minus four, that's 26 so it don't jam
Run up if you want, you run into that blam-blam
Blucka-blucka this Chopper City, don't forget it
I live and breathe this real shit, you feel it nigga
I don't be playing, I tell you I be thugged out
Mouth full of gold and bows, I be thugged out
I ain't gon change, I don't give a fuck if I'm Trump
always represent Uptown, V.L. that's where I'm from
It's City in New Orleans, better ask around
Niggaz'll tell you, that nigga B.Gizzle it down

- 2x]
You need it, up on him
He hating, up on him
He plotting, up on him
mercy, to no opponent
War better for it, guns is what
him, without a cord
Guerillas, not

[Big
Get it how you live, be or pay the bill
Drill a nigga or get drilled, a nigga or get killed
Niggaz be hating black, if you it you hating back

Stomp feet like cats, be on guard for all attacks
know what's up, the best set up's a yellow slut
If you set up by a slut, don't be and chop her up
That bitch was out of line, to show naked spine
Don't leave no behind, use barets and terpentine
Say ain't tripping on shit, got teeth that and gliss
Watching them watching this, other teams forfeit
Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I swear to God they all
I swear to God they'll kill a nigga, they in end a temper
You simple you don't want none of me, kind of you ain't me
You bite no mics like me, fa sho can't box like me
War we been in a few, who knew how many minds we blew
Coming straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it'll to you

- 2x]

[50/50
It's like Jeeper the Creeper, my will eat ya
The feature delete ya, then put you in a box speakers
Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box I'll ya
My house or your house I'll ya, discombobulate your facial features
They gon have to get jumped like teachers, step on you like bleachers
Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your will prolly teach us
When I the Mack-90, you gon have to poo-poo
Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you a case of Yoo-hoo
oh boo-goo, ga-ga-goo-goo got a boo-boo
Have of what you do, or 50/50 will do you
Press then sue you, for getting blood on my who-doo
Lick shots when I through, you got that chump now flee-shoo

- 2x]