Luyện nghe bài hát Break 'em Off Somethin'

(master p)
Boy, we about to fill they motherfucking head up with this ghetto
Time to break these hoes off
Got my niggas bun b., c, I mean u.g.k
hooked up with master p
We about to this shit across the border
Ya heard me, from to new orleans

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

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

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

(bun b.)
We down like 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 somewhere if they see me
My thats how these g's be we three, me c and master p
on gin and kiwi
Fuck popping in your cd, bitch we popping in them
And now we all up in grill live in 3-d
With drama, disaster, and death you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make your momma a pastor
faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 on the for real'a
Direct from the villa of killas, now who they trilla'
Watch me fill a wanna be cap pealer with them
Probably for jaw jacking and
Bitch make me break you off somethin' nigga