Luyện nghe bài hát U All N

First

Stop it right there, I dare you to cross line
Do it feel you ain't respectin' my mind
I gets loose, backed up, with toys
no truce fuckin' with these hot boys
Do whatever it takes to wipe clique off the Earth,
Both cliques can't live, gotta see dirt,
What makes you think I'ma let'cha ride
Try to hide out, that makes shit
Believe I'm comin', a in the drum and,
I don't somethin',
Got the set wonderin',
Bitch runnin',
is comin',
That's what'cha get THINK I ain't nothin',
You been showed, brains blowed,
You should have knowed, New Orleans carry no
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't no fakin',
I handle mine no debatin' stop underestimatin'

You I ain't gone split a wig? Think again,
You guessin' and "U" all "N"
You think I gone split a wig? "U" all "N"
You guessin' and understimatin', think
You think I ain't gone a wig? Think again,
You and underestimatin' "U" all "N"
You think I ain't split a wig? "U" all "N"
You and understimatin', think again

Verse:

I'ma silent nigga, you know eat lobsters,
I'ma rider nigga, riders choppers,
I'ma nigga, gangstas wet shirts,
I'ma thinker nigga, ride first,
I'ma youngster nigga, takin' over,
I'ma soldier, get it knocked off your shoulder,
I'ma roller nigga, you can't me,
I'm fake, you can't know me,
I come hard with 'tillery deep,
Remember I tear down both of the street,
Nigga I be, the Money B.G.,
Ain't no sleep if you with me,
I'll let you know I'm comin' nigga I ain't creep,
be in all black with reeboks on my feet,
Say what's up to Satan, B.G. bout no fakin',
I handle mine no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Third

think I'm lame, don't judge me off your thoughts mane,
Come at me sideways I hook up Juv, Turk, and Wayne,
You can't explain, you wanna be hard whine,
I click-clats it back and let you it to my nine,
messages, say I'ma bitch you'll leave me wet
I can't believe you believe I death threats,
You're wrong Wootay, you're absolutely
Now it's on Wootay, seventeen damagin' health,
That's another spankin' completed my belt,
Your Mom in black on the her seein' that her son done been left,
Brains cooked a chef, too late for Doctors to help,
All On U, you brought that issue on yourself,
Think you could me, got kicked off the shelf,
I with muscle just to increase my wealth,
say what's up to Satan, B.G. ain't bout no fakin',
I mine with no debatin', stop underestimatin'

Think....fore you get