Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

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

Verse Master P

I got and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga thangs
A like Tupac
from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
From the to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to move my records to 54
Got more work the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair
Got more than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin
Keep the muthafuckin jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did
with these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it like Special Ed
Got _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry Biggie
Going like E-40
the world like 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 you get out the door
what the fuck they gon you for if you don't already know
huh nigga thats all on you to be on top of
But by the time they finish 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 bitches will ya
Make sure yo contract is otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good and be patient
yo album done and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my
Them no son of a bitches got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every hole in the wall in and out the
cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, moves but still somethin missin
Fuck how you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Three:

I could end the with one line
but I chose to make these hoes
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad
Uncover, the beast, dangerous from head to feet
control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, 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 the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the blind (he lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the
P done gave me the break for me to some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to
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 this
Who get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but you never had
A nigga to give 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 world (to the world)
No Limit, I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world
my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it