Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the anthem
niggas bout it
(I started this it, bout it)
If you bout it, I 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
'Cuz I'm bout it, I mean I'm
I with these killas that everyone talk about
We doin' this, we doin'
(We what)
We in the rippin' up dope tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta guard grill

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

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

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

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

C-Murder is bout it, it
(Show gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you he's bout it, bout it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], that 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 Cali-G in California is it, bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's bout it, it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know bout it, bout it
KLC of the Parkway is bout it, it

And Mr. is bout it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack know yas bout it, it
Sonya-C you know she bout it, it
the Shocker you know he's 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 my voice, they all know I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel voice, come across
Get cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em sick the way I kick my shit

And KLC got 'em scared 'cuz he's back it, anotha hit
No Limit niggas in the house, on niggette
that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and fiends
Feel a taste from scenes
beams aimin' at your forehead
Ain't no fuckin' boys

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

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

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

I mean rowdy
(Break it up)
Richmond California to San Francisco
To Oakland they bout it, it
Down in Houston they bout it, it
The Northside, the Southside, you know bout it, bout it
From to Waco to Austin
(They been it)

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

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