Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

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

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

motherfucker you can't face me
Turned out I was fuckin' yo boy o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or eight 'cause if I was
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo and
yo bitch ass where you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set airhorne and claiborne
So want to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to up
By me or anyone of my I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' you fake
Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own sake but ya back up on me
I told you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy
Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled holocust
You tried to make not knowin' I was strapped
He tried to give me dap and you's a bitch you weak!
'cause everytime you see me you know that you
But I got for them fakein' ass hustlers
motherfucka! dick takin' busters!

Verse {tec-9}

Don't get too close the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all mad 'cause cah money didn't want'cha,
u.n.l.v.,
I which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
The capital t, e, c, the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the soldiers the soldiers,
But keep it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You out with two, same as my crew,
And now you out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the big boy was givin' ya,
Said you to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no represent the south,
But try to my fans against me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is with me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and nigga t,
All my niggas and they sho nuff down with me,
And bitches can't see me,
My nigga you makes a move, you lose,
The deadly of come up
Biddy bye bye, don't try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my ten,
barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
Hope you really like my shit,
Because you my shit,
Switch it and recite my shit,
And I know you bitches about me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, I'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You the role of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but in a can,
Ya try to stop me, but my clip is way too tight,
goin' down 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 him, and then I wet him,
Yeah, I to your house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So show tec-9 what'cha of nigga,
You started this shit, now i'ma finish it off

Verse three: boy}

Now we been gone too long or false right or wrong
And I know been waitin' on this God damn hit song
Let me some gangster lyrics on this track man
like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we close shop for these
Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name
They actin' like they bout it knowin' they ain't it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they I got it
But see it all started back in 1993 a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd forget
New orleans rap game try'na to drop some
dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been
But anyway it go hey, how much would the take?
ya to the brown, peanut butter and powder
You two hoes try'na run one time
But first, what about the crowd did that dance
bow, you thought the twerk would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe a ghetto
Better yet my shop I go and make my rounds
I ain't no I'm on a real big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he with me?
He can't 'cause he gay, watch out for the
The gangster to run up but we dropped 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' a trick
'cause, I'm hard you best's get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, time you a bitch
I can't let you slide 'cause I got feelin'
You lookin' like a punk by the
You that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You go huh you never go what
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better my
Motherfuckin' name out yo 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 time
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 told you once, I told ya
We not nice y'all first lead wrong
You should have thought
Try'na diss thought we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na dissin' like
yo back, that yo wife is wack
'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