Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the to the mid to the east coast

One: Master P

I got and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga thangs
A thug like
went from cheddar to cheese from to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
thangs in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk
like a baller they bitch hair
Got more than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did
Hoo-ride with gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary keep one up in the chamber
_Got it like Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ Eric B.
the rap industry like Biggie
Going _Federal_ E-40
Shock the world Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On like En Vogue
Used to slang ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Two:

no business
its over for you before you get out the
the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of
But by the time finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, no fuckin friends
That shit mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches take ya
Make yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all just and be patient
yo album done came and gone and you ass still waitin
stackin off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
I done headlined every hole in the in and out the city
cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't without yo business
No

2X

Verse Three:

I could end the with one line
but I chose to these hoes suffer
Fill the voice no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just I speak
Seek and you should find that my is beyond
and niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it protects to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I dying line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass to bake
Thats a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on note
Who get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but you never had
A nigga to give more heart than Fred Sanford had

Chorus fade

(Master P talking)
To the south (the south)
to the (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin (to the east)
To the world (to the world)
No Limit, here I come whenever we to
2nd, get the fuckin world high
bout my business, ha ha,
P, Young Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it