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 south to the 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 from cheddar to cheese powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' in the hood to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the do (mayor do)
it stick to that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair
Got more than fritos
Got more than Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For the south on the map like Eazy-E did Compton
Hoo-ride these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Limit Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the
_Got it Made_ Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than ever had
After _Dead like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
Going like E-40
Shock the world Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and

2X

Verse Two:

Without no
its for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't know
huh nigga all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the they finish fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, no fuckin friends
That shit don't mix, this
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them 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 came and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin 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
Humble cause I'm believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin but still somethin missin
Fuck how good you rap it ain't without yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the with one line
but I chose to these hoes suffer
the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like some yeast, bake some
Meltin needers off of technique and just when I speak
Seek and you find that my mind is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the times of my first
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 me the break for me to make some cake
still I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats a dumb nigga lure, you wanna smoke
this business makin 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 more heart 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 (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin world
my motherfuckin business, ha ha,
Master P, Young and Mystikal
Uungh!, bout it it