Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

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

One: Master P

I got and cocaine
call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug Tupac
went from to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that shit
like a baller they hair blue
Got more corns fritos
Got hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride these 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 like Eric B.
the rap industry like Biggie
Going like E-40
the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En
Used to slang white ice cream, now its and golds

2X

Verse Mystikal

no business
its for you before you get out the door
the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no friends
That shit don't mix, this
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches will ya
makin big promises on how gonna be all good just and be patient
yo done came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin off my work
no good son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I headlined every hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna 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 Fiend

I could end the with one line
but I to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from to feet
control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when I
Seek and you should that my mind is beyond
and niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it the mic or the nine
For mine it crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the
P done gave me the break for me to make some
still dope I in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna
Cause this business makin me a weed
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this
Who wanna get by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more attacks 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 east (to the east)
To the world (to the world)
No Limit, here I whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin high
bout my business, ha ha,
Master P, Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it