Luyện nghe bài hát I Need A Thug

Girl you you need a thug
Girl you you need a thug
Girl you you need a thug

1: (Popeye)

Forget feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so poor when I in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my business I your vision
Shinin while you were dining with and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, second hand to man, caught a buzz
He don't deserve to ride with shorty
Every thug caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put your in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the way
Killers that rome the streets and don't a fuck what your knife say
We might break, handle we follow within the moon
Resting beside the gun for the sun coming soon

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't a little
(Girl you you need a thug
You know you a thug)
You can't give a little not just a
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You can't a little
(Girl you you need a thug)
You can' a little not just a little
And assume that I'm a you what you need

2: (Mercedes)

You got my down and I still thinking I can't see
things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me
Lately you ain't been tryin to up with my love
If you can't deal with the give and then baby let me be
I need a with a gangstas touch
Lets take a chance on raw
Baby my mind, I need you to speed it up
Don't slow down baby, this lady
Keep up with my

(Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't give a
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You can't give a not just a little
(Girl you you need a thug
You you need a thug)
You can't a little
(Girl you you need a thug)
You can' give a not just a little
Mercedes/(O'Dell)
You can't give a
(Girl you know you need a
You you need a thug)
You can't give a little not a little
(Girl you you need a thug
You you need a thug)
You give a little, not just a little
And assume that I will give into this

Master P

What's up with them thuggettes out
I need a thug, ya me?
Ha, Mercedes, out.
See what I bout being a thug?
Nigga ain't trying to hear all that and hollerin.
and fightin.
Be your paper.
Be for your nigga.
niggas be down for your bitch.
Nigga, some thug shit.
What's up to all my motherfucking out there?
My Popeye laying it down.
Miss Mercedes, O'Dell.
Thug nigga on the beat.
You know I'm out, MP.
Ha ha.
Nigga we thugs till eternity over at No Limit. (Ugh!)
And all yall thug bitches. (Where they at?)
Ain't but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?)
know what I mean.
What's up, roll on these bitches (Hoody hooo.)
Get money.
Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)
niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.)
Floss motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.)
Raise Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.)
Cause it ain't No Limit. (Hum bro.)
R&B with motherfucking rap.
Now that's shit, ha ha.
I ya nigga, it ain't over.