Luyện nghe bài hát U Thought It Was Over

Reporting live WKQXL, The Lab
This is Connie Cargen, we have been informed
the rapper, Tad Virgil AKA Turk

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

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

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

Caught it out, when I fuck it word out your mouth
Convinced the judge, I'm not guilty

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

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

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

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

Called the street from H-O-T, lock up by when
I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas in
my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on
And while I was waiting, I asked to use free phone
So I could have a ride, waiting
I bout walking dog, I ain't gon even lie
Called my name out the do', now I'm at the desk
Stare at my hand took my bag, hand me my
Now I'm waiting at the 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 smile on her
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, on wait

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

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