Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, time for the national anthem
niggas bout it
(I started this it, bout 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, it's
It's Master P and labeled me a drug dealer
'Cuz I'm bout it, I I'm rowdy
I with these killas that everyone talk about
We this, we doin' that
(We what)
We in the studio up dope tracks
we real, you betta guard your grill

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

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

Bitch you betta off some snaps or dead
Put the pistol to your
Ain't no where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I they fryin'
Gone off that juice and leave mothers cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red
And wanta do what them ballas said

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

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

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

And Mr. Serv-On is it, bout it
And and the Mack know yas bout it, bout it
Sonya-C you she bout it, bout it
the Shocker you know he's bout it, bout 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 hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my
So don't the angel like voice, come across
Get your cucumber and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em from the way I kick my shit

And KLC got 'em scared 'cuz he's whisperin' it, anotha hit
No Limit niggas in the house, on niggette
With that stress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope
Feel a taste drame scenes
Infrared beams aimin' at your
no fuckin' country boys

Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you in red
Puddles from a [unverified]
Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' took 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 stay bout it,

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

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

I mean rowdy
(Break it up)
From California to San Francisco
To they bout it, bout it
Down in they bout it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you they bout it, bout it
From Dallas to to Austin
(They been it)

To Jackson to them niggas flossin'
(Means bout it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how gangstas roll
From Lafayette to Lake to Chicago to Florida
To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New
(They it)
They it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

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