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 bout it, I mean you bout it, it
(Get 'em up)
(That mean you it, bout it)
Well, say you it, bout it

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

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

I got niggas from New Orleans to
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I they 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 floor and you

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

To make some snaps, I mean to some money
To break it up on the street, but this ain't funny
You want beat 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 mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, it
Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you it, bout it

C-Murder is it, bout it
(Show them gold ones, show gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's it, bout it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], 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 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 bout it, it
And Rasheen and the Mack know yas 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 kick flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

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

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

Soldiers bringin' noise, 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 gear on 'cuz we gonna bout it, understood

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

Washington to Carolina to
(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 California to San Francisco
To they bout it, bout it
Down in Houston they it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you know they it, bout it
Dallas to Waco to Austin
(They bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi them flossin'
(Means bout it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how these gangstas
Lafayette to Lake Charles 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, they 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 Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)