Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

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

'Cuz if we bout it, 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
Back up off me, no softy
Betta your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin'

I got niggas from New to Florida
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 your car on a
Lay you on the and tell you

you betta break off some snaps or dead
Put the pistol to head
Ain't no love I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I mean fryin'
Gone off that juice and leave their mothers
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, that 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 in, ain't no way out
But death or that jailhouse
If you it, say you bout it
I roll with some that are bout it bout it
I we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, it

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

Mercy Caller you he's bout 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 bout it, it

And Mr. Serv-On is it, bout it
And and the Mack know yas bout it, bout it
you know she bout it, bout it
Silkk the 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', it down for the south
Keep a shank in my and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel voice, come across
Get your cucumber and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em sick from the way I kick my

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

Soldiers bringin' noise, you lyin' in red
Puddles from a [unverified]
Now who be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
I really call it 'cuz once the gumbo be grievin'
A nigga start ballin', strike up the second line
And put black gear 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 bout it, bout it
From L.A. to they bout it, bout it

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

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

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

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