Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Thank You

1 I thank you, pimps and players
2 For sharing your game me
3 I wanna all of the hustlers
4 For me your life, on the street
5 And I know that'll I
6 you
7 Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget you
8
3 All the
4 C'mon, that's
5 And I KNOW that'll I
6 you
7 Sprinkle me
8 Uhh, me mayne

Ahh laced up by the best, it out
Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his
You can tell the Hillside was his home
Mo' scrill than the of the pushers
he got a chop suey in the bushes
Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylor's drinkin
M.D. mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English
Around the clock, deuce-four-seven,
I come dead right, twerkin over shit
Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy
Til the homey beat his down for no reason with the Zenith hammer
Things gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over
Niggaz started steppin on dope and the crack synthetic yola
got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil
Po'-po's on that ass like hot oil
Play your cards right son everybody can have
But you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to

1 Uhh pimps and
2 For sharing your with me
3 All the
4 Fo' showin me yo' on the streets
5 And I know I never
6 Forget you, real
7 me mayne
8 me mayne
* Lace me

I was at a young age
Laced down with Trump tight, by the best
Some of them still livin, some of them been put to rest
But I was blessed, and I made it out
But I confess, I wouldn't a made it without
The big timers, the top-hats, the
The street hustlers, the pistol Daniel Boone's
That put it and paved the way, for me to say
The things I say, and I'm to be straight from the Yay
To U.K. I spits this big time talkin all day
Nationwide, from I stay to where you stay
B like the Savage beast, keep yo' creased
to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police
I always paid when the game was preached
Had all the street and the latest speech
And now I'm makin more mail a oil well
Up all night tryin to get my orders right

1 Uh, uh and players (pimps and players)
2 For sharing your Game me
3 All the
4 C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the
5 And I that'll I never
6 you, that's so damn real
7 Sprinkle me
8 me mayne
* Suga, me gal
* c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal

It started from my momma (yo' momma?) headed and all
She said, the strong survive, Suga stay strong
Seein a of fools, that used to ride
Smob, stay knew they was raw
a pot to piss in
Used to drive through the turf in them paint Benzes
run all this game that the hustlers pop
Spittin enough game to a notch on the jock
Now the game's the same, but the players
Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it mayne
Timer (timer timer)
Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga sprinkle
Paper chasin flowin to the dome
It no place like home, oooh oooh
Pay my and give my contributions
To all the on the streets and in the institutions

1 Insti-tutions {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's
2 FO' sharin yo' game me
3 Uhh {yeahhh ooh ooh ooh} all the
4 That's so real
5 And I know that'll I
6 {Forget forget you
7 Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and real}
8 C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's
* Lace me {sprinkle thee}

That right? Forty-water, from the
With my Suga T
Lettin know how we do it up in the Yay
7-0-7 1-0
That's the roll with
And it goes for all the hustlers
Pimpin players, for tyin my and lacin me up