Luyện nghe bài hát U Thought It Was Over

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

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 deal worth so much
It made me wanna start
His contributions to hip-hop, have been overlooked
But in a conference, he said

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

I know you want know, how I get back on the street
I bought that time, that was offered to me
Can't hold a nigga me down, too long
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 refused dismissed, and throwed out

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

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

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

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

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

Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by
I'm on my way out, niggas rolling in
Made my way to the back, to put my clothes on
And while I was waiting, I asked to use that free
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 front
Stare at my took my bag, hand me my pop-a-deck
Now I'm waiting at the front do', running out of
Cop taking his time, and I'm running out of
He let me out, and on my way out

Saw my girl in the lobby, with a smile on her
to see a nigga, bout to tear that 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 this 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, boo-yacka-yacka flames
I'm bout that, get it twisted nigga
Cause I missing ya heard me uh, uh-huh
Uh-huh nigga, uh-huh, nigga

Uh-huh, uh-huh nigga, uh and like that