Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

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

{u.n.l.v.}

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

one: {lil' ya}

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

Verse {tec-9}

Don't get too close 'cause the heat might just ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all bitches mad 'cause cah money want'cha,
u.n.l.v.,
I wonder one of you muthafuckas wanted to be like me,
The t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the choke the soldiers,
But i'ma keep it real 'cause the real is how I feel,
You out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found another busta,
Made it harder, to make the change big boy was givin' ya,
Said you like to fuck with dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no represent the south,
But try to my fans against me,
Fuck it my fans and all my niggas is ballin' with me,
Peanut, dune, it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff with me,
And bitches can't see me,
My you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly of come up
bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your crew close shot every buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
barrel, two trigger, room shaker, you all in,
Hope you muthafuckas really my shit,
you bite my shit,
Switch it and recite my shit,
And I know you bitches about me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, because I'm shootin' 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 down at night,
And you don't see me I'm not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas around,
But I each one of you muthafuckas could go underground,
So I him, and then I wet him,
Yeah, I come to house nigga with thirty shells on the ground,
So tec-9 what'cha made of nigga,
You started shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch

Verse three: {yella

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