Luyện nghe bài hát Break 'em Off Somethin'

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

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

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

(pimp c)
Let me set the straight, let me lay down the rules
If a is talking shit, then that bitch gonna have to snooze
Pimp c bitch now what the you said
Ak hit the tore the stuffing out the fucking bed
I'm looking at dead, I'm auto
Tommorow I got court, I gonna go
Nigga owe me money, thinking funny, bought a 64'
I'm bout to a kickdoe
I need mo money mo money money
Took the keys, the cheese, and fucked his main hunny, hunny
Now the game is escalted, cause no witnesses
To go and tell the po-po's all the shit we did
I'm looking at rape, I'm looking at
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 ain't really nothin'
Pimp c bitch 14-96'll you off somethin'

(bun b.)
We coming like a sail, in that goddamn rover
Just when you thought it was the
You bitch, now it's
You can call on the calvary, reinforcements, and local p-d
They getting if they see me
My nigga thats how g's be we three, me c and master p
Sipping on gin and
Fuck popping in your cd, we popping 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 your momma call a pastor
Dying faster than you thought, now that's ass bro
the class of 9 scrilla on the for real'a
Direct the villa of killas, now who thinking 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