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 bout it, I you bout it, bout it
(Get 'em up)
(That you bout it, bout it)
Well, say you it, bout it

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

'Cuz if we bout it, it
If you ain't it, bout 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 comin' G
I got killas in the sellin' water

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

Bitch you betta off some snaps or dead
Put the to your head
no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin', I mean they
off that juice and leave their mothers cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz color blue or red
And wanta do them other ballas said

To make some snaps, I mean to make money
To break it up on the street, but game ain't funny
You want that beat in, no way out
But death or that 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, fool, if you bout it, bout it

C-Murder is bout it, it
(Show them gold ones, 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 is bout it, bout it
(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

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

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

And KLC got 'em scared 'cuz he's whisperin' it, anotha hit
No Limit niggas in the house, plus on
With that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin'
coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
Feel a from drame scenes
beams aimin' at your forehead
Ain't no fuckin' country

Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you in red
Puddles a fuckin' [unverified]
Now who be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
I really call it 'cuz once the gumbo be grievin'
A nigga ballin', strike up the second line band
And put your black gear on we gonna stay bout it, understood

Bitch I been bout it, I mean we 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 Alabama they bout it, it

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

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

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

In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean they 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 motha-niggas that are dead
my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)