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

(I be fucked with, nigga)
(*talking*)
Uh-huh, homie, Turk, Kenoe
Laboratory

I know you niggas want know, how I get back on the
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 more case, the mad on a bad day
Got the charge refused dismissed, and out

Caught it out, when I it every word out your mouth
Convinced the judge, that I'm not

Plus it's rounding the time, tell me if you feel me
If you feel that, you just green as grass
Or duck with orange feet, with your ass

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

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

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

Called the 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, waiting to put my on
And while I was waiting, I asked to use free phone
So I have a ride, waiting 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 hand took my bag, me my pop-a-deck
Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of
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, a smile on her mouth
Happy to see a nigga, bout to that ass up
I'm fresh 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, flames nigga
I'm bout that, get it twisted nigga
Cause I ain't missing ya me uh, uh-huh
Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, uh-huh

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