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 to the mid to the east coast

One: Master P

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

2X

Verse Two:

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

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the world with one
but I chose to make hoes suffer
Fill the with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to
control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you find that my mind is beyond
and yall lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the
For mine it protects to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line the paper the chase
P done me the break for me to make some cake
dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a 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 you bad but bitch you never had
A to give more heart 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 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,
Master P, Young Fiend and
Uungh!, it bout it