Luyện nghe bài hát Break 'em Off Somethin'

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

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

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

(pimp c)
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay the rules
If a is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp c bitch now the fuck you said
Ak hit the wall tore the stuffing out the bed
I'm at dead, I'm fully auto
I got court, I ain't gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to pull a
I need mo money mo money money
Took the keys, took the cheese, and fucked his hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, ain't 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 gonna be full of hot
I'm them bitches off, putting 'em in the trunk
around p.a bout-it hostages blowing skunk
Cause getting rid of enemies to me really nothin' nothin'
Pimp c bitch 14-96'll you off somethin'

(bun b.)
We coming down like a sail, in that goddamn
when you thought it was the beginning
You bitch, now it's
You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and local p-d
They getting somewhere if 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 in them clips
And now we all up in your grill in 3-d
With drama, disaster, and when you make me have to blast ya'
Y'all has to recognize you fucking murder masters
Who plaster your ass and make momma call a pastor
faster than you thought, now that's your ass bro
It's the class of 9 scrilla on the for
Direct the villa of killas, now who thinking they trilla'
Watch me fill a be cap pealer with them slugs
Probably for jaw and jumping
Bitch don't make me break you off nigga