Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

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

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

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

Bitch you betta off some 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 they 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 said

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

C-Murder is bout it, it
(Show them gold ones, them 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 Caleo is 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)
Nick Pokey you he's bout it, bout it
KLC of the Parkway is bout it, it

And Mr. Serv-On is it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack know yas it, bout it
Sonya-C you know she it, bout it
Silkk the you know he's bout it, bout it
And Mia X is bout to some 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
a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel like voice, come
Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, bitch
I keep 'em sick from the way I my shit

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

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

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

I they rowdy
(Break it up)
From California to San Francisco
To Oakland 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 bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi them niggas
(Means bout it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how gangstas 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 Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean bout it
My Tre-8, they bout it
Loony Skull Dugrey you know that is bout it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean
DJ Roe, Streep, Levi, may he rest in peace
And all the other motha-niggas that are
like my little brother Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)