Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the national
Y'all bout it
(I started this bout it, 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, 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and they labeled me a dealer
I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with these killas that everyone about
We doin' this, we that
(We what)
We in the studio rippin' up dope
'Cuz we real, you guard your grill

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

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

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

To make snaps, I mean to make some money
To it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
You want that in, ain't no way out
But death or that jailhouse
If you bout it, say you 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, them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's it, bout it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], that bout it, bout it
(Get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, 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 bout it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know he's it, bout it
KLC of the is bout it, bout it

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

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

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

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

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

I they rowdy
(Break it up)
From Richmond to San Francisco
To Oakland they it, bout it
in Houston they bout it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you they bout it, bout it
From Dallas to to Austin
(They bout it)

To to Mississippi them niggas flossin'
(Means they it)
B and M's on and they bout it
how these gangstas roll
From to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New
(They it)
bout it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

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