Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

I represent, 1990-skrilla
It's Master P and labeled me a drug dealer
'Cuz I'm bout it, I I'm rowdy
I hang with killas that everyone talk about
We doin' this, we that
(We what)
We in the studio rippin' up tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta guard grill

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

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

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

To make snaps, I mean to make some money
To break it up on the street, but this game ain't
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

C-Murder is bout it, it
(Show them gold ones, show them ones)
Big Ed you know 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)

Mercy Caller you know he's it, bout it
And Cali-G in California is bout it, it
Mo B. Dick, you know bout it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know bout it, bout it
KLC of the is bout it, bout it

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

Niggas that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all know I 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 like voice, across
Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss
I keep 'em sick from the way I kick my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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