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 bout it, 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 me a drug dealer
'Cuz I'm it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with killas that everyone talk about
We doin' this, we that
(We what)
We in the studio rippin' up dope
'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 your grill mothafuckas, we comin' G
I got killas in the projects water

I got niggas New Orleans to Florida
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I mean they rowdy,
(Mean rowdy, rowdy)
You betta watch your shit 'cuz niggas is bout it it
I they 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 in the grave
I mean they dyin', I they fryin'
Gone off that juice and leave their mothers
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red
And do what them other ballas said

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

is bout it, bout it
(Show gold ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know bout it, bout it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], that nigga it, bout it
(Get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, it
(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

Mercy Caller you know he's it, bout it
And Cali-G in is bout it, bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's bout it, it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know he's 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 bout it, it
Sonya-C you know she it, bout it
the Shocker you know he's bout it, bout it
And Mia X is to kick some flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do
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 'em sick from the way I kick my shit

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

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

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

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

I mean rowdy
(Break it up)
From Richmond 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 to Waco to Austin
(They bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi them niggas
(Means bout it)
B and M's on triple-gold and bout it
That's how these roll
Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New
(They it)
They bout it, I mean they
(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, Greg Streep, Levi, may he rest in
And all the motha-niggas that are dead
like my brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)