Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

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

{u.n.l.v.}

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

one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor 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 on our set up early in the mornin'
It had to be about seven or 'cause if I was there
I would have put the tec in yo face and
Sent yo ass where you belong
They don't even have a fuckin' set called airhorne and
So what'cha want to do throw yo up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to up
By me or of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on that you fake
to you I did it for yo own sake but ya fell back up on me
Like I you before 'cause you and yo boys at big boy
Ain't nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly
You tried to peace not knowin' I was strapped
He tried to give me dap and you's a bitch you weak!
'cause you see me you know that you speak
But I got love for them fakein' ass
Pussy motherfucka! takin' busters!

Verse {tec-9}

Don't get too 'cause the heat might just 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, from the one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the soldiers the soldiers,
But i'ma keep it 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You started out two, same 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 fuck with that dope, what'cha bout?
Lost all respect, now you no longer the south,
But try to turn my against me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my is ballin' with me,
Peanut, dune, it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho down with me,
And bitches can't see me,
My nigga you makes a move, you lose,
The deadly game of up
Biddy bye bye, nigga 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 like my shit,
Because you my shit,
Switch it and recite my shit,
And I know you heard about me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' head g,
You play the of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't nothin' but in a can,
Ya try to me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
It's goin' at night,
And you see me 'cause I'm not in sight,
Two of you wasn't around,
But I know each one of you could go underground,
So I checks him, and I wet him,
Yeah, I come to house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So show tec-9 made of nigga,
You started this shit, now finish it off bitch

Verse three: boy}

Now we gone too long true or false right or wrong
And I know y'all been waitin' on God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster on this track man
Comin' like a dope fiend we caught a nigga
about time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga make they name bigger
They actin' like bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by yeah they heart I got it
But see it all back in 1993 when a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them yo cd forget about
New orleans rap try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit ain't it
You almost caught the charge bitch you would've been sick
But it go hey, how much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, peanut and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes run one time
But first, what the crowd that did that dance
Eddie bow, you the twerk would work and
the crowd 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 only promise was to ask my boy, was he with me?
He 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster to run up but we dropped 'em
a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then to get to stabbin' leave a trick
'cause, I'm stun'n you best's get the right tools
Back up on magi noo, prime time you a
I can't let you slide I got that feelin'
You lookin' a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still
Never talk shit till I get to the stage sooner
You go huh you never go what
"nigga you talkin' you better keep my
Motherfuckin' out yo motherfuckin' mouth
you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you I'm a leave yo ass
Incabale motherfucker I hope you take
This long
I'm sick of tired, I'm sick of
Of you bitches playin' me
I'm the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya
We not nice y'all first mind wrong
You have thought twice
Try'na diss y'all we had dismissed
Y'all like try'na dissin' like that
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