Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, time for the national anthem
Y'all niggas it
(I started this bout it, it)
If you bout it, I mean you bout it, it
(Get 'em up)
(That mean you bout it, it)
Well, say you it, bout it

I represent, 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and they labeled me a drug
'Cuz I'm it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with these killas everyone talk about
We this, we doin' that
(We what)
We in the studio up dope tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta your grill

'Cuz if we bout it, it
If you bout it, bout it you might get killed
I represent them killas at
(T R U)
3rd Ward, uptown, on the map
Back up off me, no softy
guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin'

I got niggas from New Orleans to
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I they rowdy, rowdy
(Mean rowdy, rowdy)
You betta watch your 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it
I mean they snatch you out car on a kidnap
Lay you on the and tell you

Bitch you break off some snaps or dead
Put the pistol to your
no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I mean they
Gone off that and leave their mothers cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz color blue or red
And wanta do what them other ballas

To make some snaps, I to make some money
To break it up on the street, but this game funny
You want that beat in, no way out
But death or mothafuckin' jailhouse
If you bout it, say you it
I roll with some niggas that are it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, niggas bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, fool, if you bout it, bout it

is bout it, bout it
(Show gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know bout it, bout it
(Buddha)
[unverified], that nigga bout it, bout it
(Get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is it, bout it
(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

Mercy you know he's bout it, bout it
And Cali-G in California is bout it, it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know bout it, bout it
KLC of the is bout it, bout it

And Mr. is bout it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack yas bout it, bout it
Sonya-C you know she it, bout it
Silkk the Shocker you know he's it, bout it
And Mia X is bout to some flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can it
So when they my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it for the south
Keep a in my sock and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the like voice, come across
Get cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em from the way I kick my shit

And KLC got 'em scared he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
No niggas in the house, plus on niggette
that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beau hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
Feel a taste from scenes
beams aimin' at your forehead
Ain't no fuckin' boys

Soldiers bringin' noise, you lyin' in red
from a fuckin' [unverified]
Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes off
I really can't call it once the gumbo be grievin'
A nigga start ballin', strike up the line band
And put your black gear on 'cuz we gonna bout it, understood

Bitch I bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
From City to St. Louis they bout it, bout it
(They rowdy)
Down in Memphis you know they it, bout it
From L.A. to Alabama they it, bout it

Washington to to Georgia
(They it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to
Chattanooga, Ohio,
(Do that walk)
Lexington to Louisville, you know they bout it bout it
(You it)

I they rowdy
(Break it up)
From Richmond to San Francisco
To Oakland bout it, bout it
Down in they bout it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you know they it, bout it
From Dallas to Waco to
(They bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi them niggas
(Means bout it)
B and M's on triple-gold and they it
That's how these roll
From Lafayette to Charles to Chicago to Florida
To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New
(They it)
They bout it, I they rowdy
(They rowdy)

In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I they bout it
My homie Tre-8, bout it
Loony Skull Dugrey you know that is bout it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Green
DJ Roe, Greg Streep, Levi, may he rest in
And all the other motha-niggas that are
like my brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)