Luyện nghe bài hát Break Em Somethin

P]
Boy we bout ta fill they heads up wit this ghetto dope
to break these hoes of somethin
My nigga bunk B C I mean U.G.K.
Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break this cross border!
Ya heard me! Texas to New Orleans
balla gangsta cap peala
Who I be? Your drug deala
A young that's bout it {bout it}
I mean we No Soldiers
Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo haters
{Sumthin fo' haters}
Y'all fade us, ghetto tears and drug deals that was made us
Now I'm "A" pimpin, but not eight-ball
Don't make me get stupid and leave yo' fuckin blood on the
Bout ta go pyscho,
And load this rifle {load this
I'm from the were we all thank alike though
And killen nuthin but a hobby
Don't make me do a one eight seven robbery
Like some brand new you tied up
You sound like the chicken so it's to get plucked
By a Gangsta, one up in da chamber
make me wear yo ass like some 85 wranglers
Now you all up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money nigga fuck you in boots
Got the fed of me, fo dope fiends
Where I from? A little called New Orleans
But blowin up like B-12
don't give a fuck cause they quick to send yo ass to hell
The murder capitol of the
Where niggaz don't give a fuck about you, boy, or your girl!
And if you come stunnin on them gold
I'ma have to you off somethin!
Break You Of
Don't make me you of somethin
(repeat 3X)
C]
Let me set the shit straight, let me lay the rules.
If a bitch is shit, then that bitch gon have to snooze
Pimp C, now what the fuck you said?
A-K hit the wall the stuffin out the fuckin bed
I'm lookin at fed, I'm auto
Tommorow I got ain't gon' fo
Nigga oh me money thankin this shit a six four
I'm bout ta pull a door, I need mo money, money, mo money, money
the keys, took the cheese and fucked his man honey honey
Now the games has escalated, cause no witnesses
To go and tell thhe Po Po's all the shit we did
I'm lookin at rape, I'm at kidnap
But the bitches get here they gone be full of hot caps
I'm breakin the off, put them in the trunk!
Riden around P-A it hostages bout it hostages blowin skunk
Cause gettin rid of ain't really nothin nothin
Pimp C bitch 14-96 will you of somethin
you of somethin
Don't make me break you of
(repeat 2X)
B]
We comin down the cell and that God Damn rover
when you thought it was the beginning
Ya no it's over!
You can all the calvary,
Renforcements, and Yo P-D
gettin somewhere if they see me
My nigga how these G's be
We 3, Me, C and P
on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck poppin in yo C-B, Bitch we in the clear
And now we all up in you grill live in 3-d, Wit
Disaster, and Debt when you make me to blast ya
You has to you fuckin wit murda masters
Who ya yo ass
And make you mama call the pastor, die
Then you thought, no yo ass bro
It's a up, nine scrilla on the fo rilla
Direct from the of killas, now who fakin the trilla?
Watch me filla Cap pilla, wit them slugs
Filen fo Joe's, Jackin and
Bitch, don't break you of somethin, nigga!!!
Break em off
Don't me break you of somethin
(repeat 5X)
P]
And for all y'all motherfuckin
that's rappin niggaz on records
hoes and hoes talk shit
Niggaz know who the real Ice Cream Man is
Cause niggaz talk shit!
I could never talk a nigga on a record, you heard me!
It's No for life!
Any nigga run up, get his motherfuckin wig twisted, you me!
Don't me break you off somethin