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, 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and they labeled me a drug
'Cuz I'm it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with killas that everyone talk about
We this, we doin' that
(We what)
We in the studio up dope tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta your grill

'Cuz if we bout it, 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, ain't no
Betta guard grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G
I got in the projects sellin' water

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

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

C-Murder is it, bout it
(Show them gold ones, show them ones)
Big Ed you know bout 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)

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

And Mr. Serv-On is it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it, it
Sonya-C you she bout it, bout it
Silkk the Shocker you know bout it, bout it
And Mia X is bout to kick flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

know that 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 in my sock and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel like voice, across
Get your sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em sick from the way I my shit

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

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

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

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

I mean rowdy
(Break it up)
From California to San Francisco
To Oakland they it, bout it
Down in they bout it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you they bout it, bout it
From Dallas to Waco to
(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
From Lafayette to Lake Charles to to Florida
To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New
(They it)
They it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

In Little Rock, Arkansas 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, Mean
DJ Roe, Greg Streep, Levi, may he 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)