Luyện nghe bài hát Break Em Somethin

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