Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout It Bout It

Yeah ha, I could never turn my back
(Never)
I never forget where I came from
for all my muthafuckin' soldiers
(Master P)

Native of New
(Louisiana)
All you Tru soldiers, it up for Richmond, California
(Puttin 'em on the map)

Put em up, represent, you from?
(Westside, southside)
out some of this down south shit though nigga

You bout it, I'm it bout it
If you bout' it bout it, well, say you it, bout it
I represent where them hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got our own

It's a hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit up on my
I nothin' but G's
(G's)

From Richmond, California all the way to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world, so fool watch back
The rise and clip but some tourist don't make it back
And niggas trippin' on yo life G
(Life G)

They ready to your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me gold chain, what 'bout your gold ring
Niggas down south quick to put you in body slang
I mean that body cast, ha ha, what that body bag

You ain't thank quick, why you on your ass
And niggas stuntin' perpetratin', talkin'
You roll through the projects, you get your wig split
Mr crazy wanna borrow a quarter

You best not fuck with them fools that gone on water, water
I mean that juice, fermaldahide
(Dang dat)
you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a

They you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truck
Break you off like some Japanese
(Damn)
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no for G's
And these niggas killin' too

And these bitches settin' up niggas 'cause don't a fuck about you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout' it, it
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you they bout' it, bout it
And that Fourth Ward is bout' it, it

I mean that Ward and Tenth Ward
You know they it bout it, Twelfth ward, bout' it, bout it
And that thirteenth, uptown, downtown, across the sea
bout' it bout it, we bout' it, bout it

My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they it, bout it
bout' it bout it, I mean we bout' it, it
King George, Tru you know, we it, bout it
Silkk, you know he bout' it, it

My manager TC, you know he it, bout it
Big Ed, it bout it
Sonya C, you she bout' it, bout it
C-Murder, it bout it

Mr. Servon is bout' it bout it, Mo B Dick, you he bout' it, bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, it, bout it
Craig, you know he bout' it, it
And Mia X gonna some shit, she rowdy rowdy

I'm here to show a whole bunch of that I'm bout it
from the Crescent, testin' nuts
And ready to some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck, hoes you be backin' up

this below sea level hoe comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way I have to do
So your selves, niggas here comes a woman to this Tru click
The bitch you love to but yet ain't bold enough to face

'Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand race
I kick your ear hole's laced my pimp stress funk
Punks playa hate because shit be bump
But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet of piss

'Cause in this drama field, fool we ain't takin' no
Sixth Ward left feet on guard
Seven Ward heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard
Ninth pressed for desire and Florida, New Orleans

So bout it every day, we comin' harder
Got them niggas high off my floss, gumbo
Re greet 'em plus my ate two fate got 'em twenty bones
So it on 'cause I gotta recognize

No Limit and Mia X, nigga flex if you bout' it, it
You bout' it bout it, yeah, I'm bout' it, it
And rest in peace my girl, Jill she was bout' it, bout it

I mean she bout' it, bout it, she was bout' it, it
Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we bout' it, it
Master P, you know I'm it, bout it
The whole New Orleans, them motherfuckers are bout' it, it

Baton Rouge, you know they it, bout it
Jackson, Tennessee, you they bout' it, bout it, Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other motherfuckers down in Florida
You know they it bout it cause we bout' it bout it

From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout' it, it
the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside
Huh, you know bout' it, bout it
Down in Kansas City, you they bout' it, bout it

Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout' it, it
Green, you know he bout' it, bout it
Craig Street, that nigga bout' it, it
Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's it, bout it

My nigga, Vercy Carter, you he bout' it, bout it
Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya it, bout it
And all them niggas, uptown bout' it, bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, it
(Bout it, it)

Them bout' it, bout it
(Bout' it, it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, in peace
(Rest in peace)
Young nigga, he was bout' it, it
Bounce bounce fool if ya bout' it, bout it

Yeah, if you it, say you bout it
Being about it you down to do whatever
You bout it? I'm it