Luyện nghe bài hát U Thought It Was Over

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

Was released from the New Orleans Facility
At 6:30 PM time, he is reported to be raw and uncut
And has a deal with producer Kenoe
At Laboratory Records, in a record worth so much
It me wanna start rapping
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 you niggas want know, how I get back on the street
Cause I bought time, that was offered to me
Can't hold a nigga like me down, too
And if you was thinking that, my nigga you wrong
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 fuck it every word out mouth
the judge, that 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, with your ass

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

- 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 holding nuts on me
that I won't bounce back again, homie

6:30 after roll call, I out of jail
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
my way to the back, waiting to put my clothes on
And I was waiting, I asked to use that free phone
So I could a ride, waiting outside
I ain't bout walking dog, I ain't gon lie
Called my name out the do', now I'm at the desk
Stare at my hand my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck
Now I'm at the front 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
Happy to see a nigga, bout to tear ass up
Cause I'm fresh out of jail, and my dick rocked up

(*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 tear motherfucking rap game up
Uh, I'm bout to get famous, on wait

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

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