Luyện nghe bài hát U Thought It Was Over

Reporting from WKQXL, The Lab
This is Cargen, we have just been informed
That the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA

Was released from the New Correctional Facility
At 6:30 PM time, he is reported to be raw and uncut
And has a deal with producer Kenoe
At Records, in a record deal worth so much
It made me wanna start
His contributions to hip-hop, have been overlooked
But in a press conference, he

(I can't be with, nigga)
(*talking*)
Uh-huh, homie, Young Turk,
nigga

I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the
Cause I bought that time, was offered to me
Can't hold a like me down, too long
And if you was that, my nigga you dead wrong
I had a lawyer, and he ate the case
One more case, the mad on a bad day
Got the charge dismissed, and throwed out

Caught it out, I fuck it every word out your mouth
the judge, that I'm not guilty

Plus it's the next time, tell me if you feel me
If you don't that, you just green as grass
Or duck with orange feet, your stupid ass

Look back to the subject, I told you be home
Doing my thang again, a number one song
And blow like the wind, be on top
Drop another c.d., and ten million

- 2x]
You niggas it was over, but it ain't
Thought I bounce back, nigga you got ganked
I know you niggas, was holding your nuts on me
Hoping that I won't bounce again, homie

6:30 after call, I bounced out of jail
Got my all, took my blanket and I bail

the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when
I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas in
Made my way to the back, to put my clothes on
And while I was waiting, I asked to use free phone
So I could have a ride, outside
I ain't bout dog, I ain't gon even lie
my name out the do', now I'm at the front desk
Stare at my took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck
Now I'm at the front do', running out of patience
Cop taking his time, and I'm out of patience
He let me out, and on my way out

Saw my girl in the lobby, with a on her mouth
Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear ass up
Cause I'm out of jail, and my dick rocked up nigga

(*talking*)

Nigga, uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh,
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-huh, uh Kenoe, nigga
We bout to tear motherfucking rap game up
Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on

I'm already famous nigga, respect it or check it ya
Uh, I get boo-yacka, boo-yacka, boo-yacka-yacka flames
I'm that, don't get it twisted nigga
I ain't missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh
Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, nigga

Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and it's like