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

Verse Master P

I got and cocaine
some call me the dope man a young nigga thangs
A like Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to cooked
From the ghetto to the
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the to move my records to 54 states
Got more work the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that shit
like a they bitch hair blue
Got more corns than
Got more hoe's than sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did
Hoo-ride with these (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ like 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 Mystikal

Without no
its over for you you get out the door
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't know
huh thats 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 shit mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo or them bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise bitches will rape ya
makin big on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
yo album done and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
I done every hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit without yo
No

2X

Verse Three:

I could end the world with one
but I to make these hoes suffer
Fill the with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from to feet
control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some
Meltin off of technique and thats just when I speak
Seek and you should find that my is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the of my first lines
I'm in my prime, I want it with the mic or the nine
For mine it crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying goes the paper the chase
P gave me the break for me to make some cake
still I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a dumb lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business me a weed conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the men on this note
Who get served by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give heart attacks than Fred Sanford had

till fade

(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, here I come we want to
September 2nd, get the world high
bout my business, ha ha,
P, Young Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, bout it it