Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

I represent, 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and labeled me a drug dealer
'Cuz I'm bout it, I mean I'm
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 guard your grill

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

I got niggas New Orleans to Florida
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I mean rowdy, rowdy
(Mean rowdy, rowdy)
You betta watch your 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it
I mean snatch you out your car on a kidnap
Lay you on the floor and 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 boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red
And wanta do what them other said

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

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

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

And Mr. Serv-On is it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack yas bout it, bout it
Sonya-C you know she bout it, 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 it already, I can prove it
So they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my
So doubt the angel like voice, come across
Get cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I 'em sick from the way I kick my shit

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

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

Bitch I been bout it, I 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
L.A. to Alabama they bout it, bout it

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

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

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

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