Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the anthem
Y'all niggas it
(I started this it, bout it)
If you it, I mean you bout it, bout it
(Get 'em up)
(That mean you bout it, it)
Well, say you bout it, it

I represent, it's
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 tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta guard your

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

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

Bitch you betta break off some or dead
Put the pistol to your
Ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the
I mean they dyin', I they fryin'
Gone off juice and leave their mothers cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz 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 ain't funny
You want that in, ain't no way out
But death or mothafuckin' jailhouse
If you it, say you bout it
I roll with some niggas that are it bout it
I we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, fool, if you bout it, bout it

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

And Mr. is bout 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 it, bout it
And Mia X is to kick some flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

Niggas know that I'm bout it already, I can it
So they 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 like voice, come 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, on niggette
With that pimp stress clout, now what they bout
coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
Feel a taste from scenes
beams aimin' at your forehead
Ain't no country boys

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

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 Alabama they it, bout it

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

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

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

In Little Rock, they bangin' I mean they bout it
My homie Tre-8, bout it
Loony Skull you know that fool 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
like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, bout it, it
(Bout it, it)