Luyện nghe bài hát U Need It

(*talking*)
Whaaaaa, what's (alright, alright)
Lil' B.Gizzle, Tuck (yes sir, Polar Bear)
It's from New Orleans, AKA City
All the way to T-Town, you know I'm saying
And you know how a nigga rocking,
It's real on this end, you me uh-huh
It's real in the field, you know I'm saying it

[B.G.]
I'm off the block, niggaz love me I keep it real
Hustlers respect me, cause I spit everything that live
I got a connect with the pills, and the dro
I get that coat as it hit Miami, off the boat
I got a glock I keep it on me, I don't slip
Seventeen enough, I rock with that extended clip
Thirty minus four, that's 26 so it jam
Run up if you want, you run into that blam-blam
Blucka-blucka Chopper City, don't forget it nigga
I and breathe this real shit, you gotta feel it nigga
I be playing, when I tell you I be thugged out
Mouth of gold T-shirt and bows, I be thugged out
I ain't gon change, I don't give a fuck if I'm Donald
I'll always represent Uptown, V.L. where I'm from
It's Chopper City in New Orleans, better ask
Niggaz'll tell you, that B.Gizzle hold it down

- 2x]
You need it, up on him
He hating, up on him
He plotting, up on him
mercy, to no opponent
War better for it, guns this is
him, without a cord
Guerillas, not

Tuck]
Get it how you live, be or pay the bill
Drill a nigga or get drilled, a nigga or get killed
Niggaz be hating black, if you hate it you hating

Stomp feet like alley cats, be on for all attacks
Always know up, the best set up's a yellow slut
If you set up by a slut, don't be ashamed and her up
That bitch was out of line, time to show spine
Don't leave no blood behind, use and terpentine
Say ain't tripping on shit, got teeth shine and gliss
Watching them this, make other teams forfeit
Swear to God I got a lot of niggaz, I swear to God all gorillas
I swear to God they'll kill a nigga, specialize in end a temper
You simple you don't want none of me, kind of you ain't me
You can't bite no mics like me, fa sho box like me
War we done been in a few, who knew how many we blew
straight to the Avenue, you beefing bitch it'll happen to you

- 2x]

[50/50
It's like Jeeper the Creeper, my will eat ya
The delete ya, then put you in a box like speakers
Put you in a box like sneakers, if you try to box beat ya
My house or your house I'll meet ya, discombobulate your facial
They gon have to get jumped teachers, step on you frauds like bleachers
Try to play hard but soft as peaches, your OG's will prolly us
When I display the Mack-90, you gon have to
Shit-shit then doo-doo, like you drunk a case of
Babies oh boo-goo, got a boo-boo
Have control of what you do, or will do you
Press charges then sue you, for getting on my who-doo
Lick shots when I shoot through, you got chump now flee-shoo

- 2x]