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 west to the mid to the east

Verse One: P

I got heroin and
some call me the man a young nigga havin thangs
A thug like
from cheddar 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 than the do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk
like a baller they hair blue
Got more than fritos
Got more hoe's than sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like Eazy-E did
Hoo-ride these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got more than BizMarkie ever had
After Presidents_ like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry Biggie
Going _Federal_ E-40
the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ En Vogue
to slang white ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Mystikal

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 time they fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin
That shit don't mix, this
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or bitches will take 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 gone and you stupid ass still
paper off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
I done headlined every hole in the in and out the city
cause I'm gonna believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin
how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Fiend

I could end the with one line
but I chose to make these suffer
the voice with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, the beast, dangerous from head to feet
Can't control my rhymes, because them bitches through
My teeth, so cold I heats, rising like yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats when I speak
Seek and you should that my mind 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 protects crimes to the blind (he lying)
And I ain't line goes the paper the chase
P done gave me the break for me to some cake
dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause business makin me a weed conniseur
the have-been, one of the last men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the nerve at the
You think you bad but bitch you had
A to give more 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 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, Young Fiend and
Uungh!, it bout it