Luyện nghe bài hát U Thought It Was Over

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

Was from the New Orleans Correctional Facility
At PM Central time, he is reported to be raw and uncut
And has a deal with producer Kenoe
At Laboratory Records, in a record deal worth so
It made me wanna rapping
His contributions to hip-hop, been 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, was offered to me
hold a nigga like me down, too long
And if you was thinking that, my nigga you wrong
I had a hungry lawyer, and he ate the
One case, the mad lock on a bad day
Got the charge refused dismissed, and out

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

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

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

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

6:30 after roll call, I bounced out of
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, niggas rolling in
Made my way to the back, to put my clothes on
And I was waiting, I asked to use that free phone
So I could have a ride, outside
I bout walking dog, I ain't gon even lie
Called my name out the do', now I'm at the front
Stare at my hand took my bag, me my pop-a-deck
Now I'm waiting at the do', running out of patience
Cop his time, and I'm running out of patience
He let me out, and on my way out

Saw my girl in the lobby, with a on her mouth
to see a nigga, bout to tear that 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, Laboratory
We bout to this motherfucking rap game up
Uh, I'm bout to get famous, hold on

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

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