Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the anthem
Y'all bout it
(I started 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 they me a drug dealer
'Cuz I'm it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with killas that everyone talk about
We doin' this, we doin'
(We what)
We in the studio rippin' up dope
'Cuz we real, you betta your grill

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

I got niggas from New to Florida
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I mean rowdy, rowdy
(Mean rowdy, rowdy)
You watch your shit '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 betta break off snaps or dead
Put the pistol to your
Ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the
I mean they dyin', I mean fryin'
Gone off juice and leave their mothers cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz that blue or red
And wanta do them other ballas said

To some snaps, I mean to make some money
To break it up on the street, but game ain't funny
You want beat in, ain't no way out
But death or that mothafuckin'
If you bout it, say you it
I roll with some niggas that are bout it 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 ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's bout it, 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 California is bout it, it
Mo B. Dick, you know bout it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick you know he's bout it, bout it
KLC of the Parkway is it, bout it

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

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

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

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

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

I mean they
(Break it up)
From Richmond to San Francisco
To they 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 been it)

To Jackson to them niggas flossin'
(Means they it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how these roll
From Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to
To Baton to Shreveport 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 know that fool is it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Green
DJ Roe, Streep, Levi, may he rest in peace
And all the other motha-niggas are dead
my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)