Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! need to stop
How can you yourself a nigga and be proud of it

{u.n.l.v.}

It's an uptown thing and we it
motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an thing and we bout it
Now jubilee you ain't bout it
It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward
It's a third ward and we bout it

Verse one: ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy third o'l
Got mad bullets on ya said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the
It had to be about or eight 'cause if I was there
I would put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass you belong
They don't even have a set called airhorne and claiborne
So want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on yo stupid ass was to piss up
By me or of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you
Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell up on me
I told you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy
Ain't but hoes I pulled deadly holocust
You to make peace not knowin' I was strapped
He to give me dap and prime you's a bitch you weak!
'cause everytime you see me you know you speak
But I got love for fakein' ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick busters!

Verse {tec-9}

Don't get too close 'cause the heat might scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, bitches mad 'cause cah money didn't want'cha,
u.n.l.v.,
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas to be like me,
The capital t, e, c, the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out like the soldiers choke the soldiers,
But i'ma keep it 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You started out with two, as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself busta,
Made it even harder, to make the big boy was givin' ya,
Said you like to with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no represent the south,
But try to turn my against me,
it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
Peanut, dune, it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho down with me,
And y'all bitches see me,
My nigga you makes a move, you lose,
The game of come up
Biddy bye bye, don't try,
crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
Double barrel, two trigger, shaker, you all in,
Hope you muthafuckas really my shit,
Because you my shit,
Switch it around and my shit,
And I you bitches heard about me,
But y'all ain't sure me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all nothin' but pussies in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but nigga my is way too tight,
It's goin' at night,
And you don't see me I'm not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas around,
But I know one of you muthafuckas could go underground,
So I checks him, and I wet him,
Yeah, I to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So tec-9 what'cha made of nigga,
You started this shit, now i'ma it off bitch

Verse three: boy}

Now we been gone too true or false right or wrong
And I know y'all waitin' on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster on this track man
like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we close shop for niggas
on a nigga try'na make they name bigger
They actin' like they it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it
But see it all started back in 1993 a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them yo cd forget about
New rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo dress man you know you
Nigga you need to quit with that shit ain't it
You almost caught the rape bitch you would've been sick
But anyway it go hey, how much would the take?
ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one
But first, about the crowd that did that dance
bow, you thought the twerk would work and
Rock the it's unbelievable, hoe it's a ghetto
Better yet my shop where I go and make my
I no joke I'm on a real big boy big boy
My promise was to ask my boy, was he down with me?
He 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we 'em
Like a hoe, 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then to get to stabbin' leave a trick
'cause, I'm stun'n hard you get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, time you a bitch
I can't let you slide 'cause I got that
You like a punk by the eyes
You know ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you never go
"nigga you ain't talkin' you keep my
Motherfuckin' out yo motherfuckin' mouth
Before you get yo head bust"
I'm to you mystikal I'm a leave yo ass
Incabale motherfucker I hope you take
This long
I'm sick of tired, I'm of tired
Of you bitches with me
I'm the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I you once, I told ya twice
We not nice y'all mind lead wrong
You should have thought
Try'na diss y'all we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like
Left yo back, that yo wife is
'cause that's a fact, and we back I'm a
Bad a boy
that's why they slip so hard
But it, I'm a jump in my car
I y'all once before, I'm not no little boy
closed 'cause of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy