Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

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

One: Master P

I got and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young havin thangs
A like Tupac
went cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
the ghetto to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to my records to 54 states
Got more work the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas talk shit
like a baller they hair blue
Got more corns than
Got more hoe's than Macys sell muthafuckin
Keep the muthafuckin party (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more _Vapors_ BizMarkie ever had
_Dead Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap like Biggie
Going _Federal_ like
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on
Puttin fools _On like En Vogue
to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Mystikal

no business
its over for you before you get out the
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you already know
huh nigga all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no friends
shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches rape 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
paper off my work
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, makin but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the with one line
but I chose to make hoes suffer
Fill the with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake beats
Meltin off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you should 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 it protects 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
dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb nigga lure, you smoke
Cause business makin me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on this
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the
You think you bad but you never had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than 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 east (to the east)
To the (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world
bout my business, ha ha,
Master P, Young Fiend and
Uungh!, bout it it