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 to the west to the mid to the east coast

One: Master P

I got heroin and
some call me the dope man a nigga havin thangs
A thug like
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked
the ghetto to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my to 54 states
Got more work than the do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that shit
a baller they bitch hair blue
Got more corns fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, it)
For the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ Eric B.
the rap industry like Biggie
Going _Federal_ like
Shock the like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its and golds

2X

Verse Two:

no business
its over for you you get out the door
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 they fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, no fuckin friends
shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches take ya
Make sure yo contract is otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how gonna 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 livin for
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the
Humble cause I'm believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but somethin missin
Fuck how you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the with one line
but I chose to make hoes suffer
the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from head to
Can't control my rhymes, because bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just I speak
and you should find that my mind is beyond
and yall niggas lines the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the
For mine it crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying goes 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 dumb lure, you wanna smoke
Cause business 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 bitch you had
A nigga to give heart attacks than Fred Sanford had

Chorus till

(Master P talking)
To the motherfuckin (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, I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin high
my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and
Uungh!, bout it it