Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

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

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

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

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

To make some snaps, I mean to make some
To break it up on the street, but game ain't funny
You want that beat in, no way out
But death or mothafuckin' jailhouse
If you bout it, say you it
I roll some niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, niggas bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you it, bout it

C-Murder is it, bout it
(Show them gold ones, show them ones)
Big Ed you he's bout it, bout it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], that bout it, bout it
(Get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, it
(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

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

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

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

And KLC got 'em 'cuz he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
No Limit in the house, plus on niggette
With that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin'
Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope
Feel a from drame scenes
Infrared beams aimin' at your
Ain't no fuckin' country

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

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

Washington to Carolina to
(They it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to
Chattanooga, Ohio,
(Do gangsta walk)
Kentucky to Louisville, you know they bout it bout it
(You it)

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

To to Mississippi them niggas flossin'
(Means bout it)
B and M's on triple-gold and bout it
how these gangstas roll
From Lafayette to Lake Charles to to Florida
To Baton Rouge to to New Orleans
(They it)
bout it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

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