Luyện nghe bài hát Break 'em Off Somethin'

(master p)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with ghetto dope
Time to these hoes off somethin'
Got my bun b., pimp c, I mean u.g.k
Done hooked up master p
We about to bring this shit across the
Ya heard me, texas to new orleans

Hustler, baller, gangsta,
Who I be, your drug dealer
A nigga thats bout it, I mean these no limit soldiers
We get
I got something for y'all (something for y'all hater)
Y'all fade us
Ghetto cheese and drug deals thats made us
Now I'm pimping but not eightball
Don't make me get stupid and your fucking blood on the wall
Bout' to go physco, and this rifle
I'm the projects where we all think alike though
And killing nothing but a hobby
me do a fucking 187 robbery
And some brand new jordans, you tied up
You sound like a so it's time to get plucked
By a gangsta, keep one up in the
Don't make me wear your ass like some 85
Now you all screwed up DJ Screw
have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called new
But up like b-12
Niggas don't give a cause they quick to send your ass to hell
The capital of the world
Where niggas don't give a fuck about you, your boy, or girl
And if you come on them gold thangs
I'm a have to break you off

(hook)
Break you off
Don't make me break you off (x3)

(pimp c)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay down the
If a bitch is talking shit, then bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp c bitch now what the you said
Ak hit the wall the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm at dead, I'm fully auto
Tommorow I got court, I gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking it's funny, a 64'
I'm bout to pull a
I need mo money mo money money
Took the keys, the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the is escalted, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and tell the po-po's all the we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm at kidnap
But when them bitches get you gonna be full of hot caps
I'm breaking them bitches off, 'em in the trunk
Riding around p.a bout-it blowing skunk
Cause rid of enemies to me ain't really nothin' nothin'
Pimp c bitch 14-96'll you off somethin'

(bun b.)
We coming down a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you it was the beginning
You bitch, now over
You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and local p-d
They getting somewhere if see me
My nigga how these g's be we three, me c and master p
Sipping on gin and
Fuck popping in your cd, bitch we in them clips
And now we all up in grill live in 3-d
drama, disaster, and death when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking with murder
Who plaster your ass and make momma call a pastor
Dying faster you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who they trilla'
Watch me a wanna be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw and jumping
Bitch don't make me you off somethin' nigga