Luyện nghe bài hát Break Em Somethin

P]
Boy we bout ta fill motherfukin heads up wit this ghetto dope
Time to these hoes of somethin
My nigga bunk B Pimp C I U.G.K.
Hooked up wit Paster P we bout ta break shit cross border!
Ya heard me! Texas to New Orleans
Hustla balla gangsta cap
Who I be? Your neighbahood drug
A nigga that's bout it {bout it}
I we No Limit Soldiers
Who get Rowdy! I got sumthin fo y'll
fo' y'all 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 rifle}
I'm from the were we all thank alike though
And ain't nuthin but a hobby
Don't me do a fuckin one eight seven robbery
Like some brand new Jordans you up
You sound like the chicken so time to get plucked
By a Gangsta, keep one up in da
Don't make me wear yo ass like some 85
Now you all screwed up like DJ
Don't my money nigga fuck you in your boots
Got the fed of me, fo them fiends
Where I from? A little town called New
But up like B-12 {B-12}
Niggaz don't give a fuck cause quick to send yo ass to hell
The murder capitol of the
Where niggaz don't a fuck about you, your boy, or your girl!
And if you come stunnin on them gold
have to break you off somethin!
Break You Of
Don't make me break you of
(repeat 3X)
C]
Let me set the straight, let me lay down the rules.
If a bitch is talkin shit, then that bitch gon have to
C, bitch now what the fuck you said?
A-K hit the tore the stuffin out the fuckin bed
I'm lookin at fed, I'm pullin
Tommorow I got ain't gon' fo
Nigga oh me money thankin this bought a six four
I'm bout ta pull a kick door, I mo money, money, mo money, money
Took the keys, took the cheese and fucked his man honey
Now the has escalated, cause ain't no witnesses
To go back and thhe Po Po's all the shit we did
I'm lookin at rape, I'm at kidnap
But when the bitches get here gone be full of hot caps
I'm the bitches off, put them in the trunk!
Riden around P-A bout it hostages it hostages blowin skunk
Cause gettin rid of ain't really nothin nothin
Pimp C bitch will break you of somethin
you of somethin
Don't make me you of somethin
(repeat 2X)
B]
We comin down like the cell and that God Damn
when you thought it was the beginning
Ya bitch no over!
You can all the calvary,
Renforcements, and Yo P-D
They somewhere if they see me
My nigga thats how G's be
We 3, Me, C and P
on Gin and Kiwi
Fuck poppin in yo C-B, Bitch we poppin in the
And now we all up in you live in 3-d, Wit Drama
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
you thought, no that's yo ass bro
It's a class up, nine scrilla on the fo
Direct from the of killas, now who fakin the trilla?
Watch me filla wannabe Cap pilla, wit them
Filen fo Joe's, Jackin and
Bitch, don't make you of somethin, nigga!!!
em off somethin
Don't make me you of somethin
(repeat 5X)
P]
And for all motherfuckin niggaz
that's rappin about niggaz on
Y'all hoes and talk shit
Niggaz who the real fuckin Ice Cream Man is
Cause niggaz talk shit!
I could never about a nigga on a record, you heard me!
It's No for life!
Any run up, get his motherfuckin wig twisted, you heard me!
Don't me break you off somethin