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 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 havin thangs
A thug Tupac
went from to cheese from powder to cooked rocks
the ghetto to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the to move my records to 54 states
Got work than the mayor 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 Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, bout it, it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did
Hoo-ride with gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than ever had
After Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry Biggie
Going like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on
fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Mystikal

no business
its for you before 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, bitch you gon
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin
shit don't mix, this business
Be yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches rape ya
big promises on how it's gonna be all good just and be patient
yo album done came and and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin off my work
Them no good son of a got me livin for concerts
I done headlined every 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 still missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't shit yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the world one line
but I chose to make these suffer
Fill the voice no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them seep through
My teeth, so I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and just when 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 crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I dying line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to
definitely a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the last men on note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the at the throat
You think you bad but you never had
A nigga to give heart attacks than Fred Sanford had

Chorus till

(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, here I whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world
my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it