Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

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

Verse Master P

I got and cocaine
some call me the man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like
went from cheddar to cheese from to cooked rocks
From the to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the to move my records to 54 states
Got more than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair
Got corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin
Keep the muthafuckin jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more than BizMarkie ever had
_Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
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:

Without no
its over for you before you get out the
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't know
huh thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That shit mix, this business
Be yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya
sure 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 and you stupid ass still waitin
paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
I done headlined every in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was for me
get it, makin moves but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

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

till fade

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