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
call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like
went from 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 to 54 states
Got more work the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair
Got more corns fritos
Got more than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride with these (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
Going _Federal_ E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En
Used to slang ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Two:

Without no
its over for you before you get out the
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't already
huh thats all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no favors, ain't no fuckin friends
shit don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be
yo album done came and and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin paper off my
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
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 moves but still missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't without yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I end the world with one line
but I chose to these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous from to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches seep
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just I speak
and you should find that my mind is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the 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 goes the paper the
P done gave me the break for me to make cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass to bake
Thats definitely a nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the
You you bad but bitch you never had
A nigga to give more 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 east (to the east)
To the (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, I come whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world
bout my business, ha ha,
Master P, Young and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it