Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

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

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

motherfucker you can't face me
Turned out I was yo boy third 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 or eight 'cause if I was there
I would put the fuckin' 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 to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo 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 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 tried to give me dap and prime you's a you weak!
'cause everytime you see me you that you speak
But I got love for them ass hustlers
motherfucka! dick takin' busters!

Verse two:

Don't get too close 'cause the heat just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all mad 'cause cah money didn't 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 the soldiers choke the soldiers,
But keep it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You started out with two, as my crew,
And now you out and found yourself another busta,
Made it even harder, to make the change big boy was ya,
you like to fuck with that dope, what'cha talkin' 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 niggas is ballin' me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho nuff down me,
And y'all can't see me,
My nigga you a false move, you lose,
The deadly of come up
bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your crew close shot with every buckshot, 'cause hit'cha with my four ten,
Double barrel, two trigger, shaker, you all in,
you muthafuckas really like my shit,
Because you my shit,
it around and recite my shit,
And I know you bitches heard me,
But y'all ain't sure about me, I'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You play the of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't 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 know 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 show tec-9 what'cha of nigga,
You this shit, now i'ma finish it off bitch

Verse {yella boy}

Now we been too long true or false right or wrong
And I know y'all been on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some lyrics on this track man
like a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga try'na make name bigger
actin' like they bout 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 when a coward out that ten
He tried to diss jubilee yo cd forget about
New orleans rap try'na to drop some lyrics
dress man you know you lame
Nigga you need to quit with that shit that it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've sick
But it go hey, how much would the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' try'na run one time
But first, about the crowd that did that dance
Eddie bow, you thought the would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe 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 can't 'cause he gay, watch out for the
The gangster tried to run up but we 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the
started to get to stabbin' leave 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 like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' body still movin'
talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You go huh you never go what
"nigga you ain't you better keep my
Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin'
you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a yo ass
Incabale motherfucker I hope you take
time long
I'm sick of tired, I'm sick of
Of you playin' with me
I'm the three so respect u.n.l.v.
I you once, I told ya twice
We not nice y'all first mind wrong
You have thought twice
Try'na diss y'all we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na like that
Left yo back, that yo wife is
that's a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a
Bad a boy
Maybe why they slip so hard
But it, I'm a jump in my car
I told once before, I'm not no little boy
Shop closed of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy