Luyện nghe bài hát Bonus Track #2

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Now what's happ'n, what's crackalting on your end
What's happ'n, up and buy you a Benz
Uh rock your ice, your shit
Man what's happ'n with you nigga, what's with you bitch
When you see me, you I got at least a zone
And my shirt off, like I'm Sly Stallone
puff mo' daddy than, Diddy gone
Throw a ice party, boogoo chicks in thongs
This the New No Limit, we to the end
Gotta send a shout out, to all my in the penn
All my thugged out niggas, to spin em a bend
I done signed Master P, now we in it to win
All my bottle niggas, look raise your henn
Pour some liquor for your nigga, if he my friend
You the streets getting wild, we keep the chrome within
You can't be hating on a tank, nigga what's wrong them

Nigga happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga happ'n
nigga what's happ'n, nigga nigga what's happ'n
Nigga nigga happ'n

What's happ'n, what's the with you and yo block
And what's with your people, ahhh they making it hot
You got me feeling like a pit, I'm out here shake this
If them people pull up, is you gon take these
Now when you see me, first of all you know my grill
I don't gotta say nothin, know that I'm real
And I been had paper, way before this
I'm mill with the Colonel, how the fuck I feel
I feel blessed, dressed like a bucks
In the P. gear, hopping out the trucks
T.V.'s in front the rear, T.V. up
I'm a cocky built nigga, but the burner be
I'm a South (boy), a 504 Boy
Cuff your hoe (boy), the chick ain't no (oh boy)
I got the Tank in your city, and its crowded
With them No Limit niggas, cause we bout it it

Now we Down South Hustlas (hustlas)
I represent Uptown to that Westbank, from the gutter
Its No Limit now, so we touch other niggas
They hated on us any way, so fuck other niggas
Got word from suave, bout clutch the fucking
Waiting on the word from P, just to a fucking nigga
I'm a No (boy), and I'm hot with raps
figga deal, yes I signed for that
Sticky green is I feel, so I ride with that
Even the feds on us, cause the lines be tapped
But if you still want them oranges, and
We on the block, with 504 bandannas
This the throwback tape, I'm '97 hot
Made with C, cause my ear to the block
Kept my on a glock, the Tank is too hot
Nigga we back up in bitch, and yo we can't be stopped

Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
Uh oh you did it, now you gon get it
And lil ass nigga, bet not step on my shoes
When I wit it, gangsta walk wit it
I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta walk
When I wit it, gangsta walk wit it
When I walk wit it, gangsta walk gangsta
Gangsta wit it