Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

Motherfuckers I got kids, I them listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers need to
How can you call yourself a 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 bout it
It's a third ward nigga a third ward nigga
It's a ward nigga and we bout it

one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor you can't face me
Turned out I was yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya they said you wasn't
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the
It had to be about seven or eight if I was there
I would have put the fuckin' tec in yo and
yo bitch ass where you belong
They don't have a fuckin' set called airhorne and claiborne
So what'cha want to do yo shit 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' 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 deadly holocust
You tried to peace 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
motherfucka! dick takin' busters!

Verse {tec-9}

Don't get too close 'cause the heat 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 t, e, c, from the mighty 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 out with 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, talkin' bout?
all respect, now you no longer represent the south,
But try to turn my fans me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is with me,
Peanut, dune, it $lu, and that nigga t,
All my niggas bustin' and they sho down with me,
And y'all can't see me,
My nigga you makes a move, you lose,
The game of come up
bye bye, nigga don't try,
Your close shot with 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 around and 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 ain't but pussies in a can,
Ya try to me, but nigga my clip 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 each one of you could go underground,
So I checks him, and I wet him,
Yeah, I come to your house nigga with thirty on the ground,
So show tec-9 made of nigga,
You started this shit, now finish it off bitch

Verse {yella boy}

Now we been gone too long true or right or wrong
And I know y'all waitin' on this God damn hit song
Let me drop some gangster on this track man
Comin' like a fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's about time we 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 1993 a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them yo cd forget about
New orleans rap game try'na to some lyrics
Boo-koo man you know you lame
you need to quit with that shit that ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been
But anyway it go hey, how much would the take?
Take ya to the brown, butter and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one
But first, what about the crowd that did that
bow, you thought the twerk would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a
Better yet my where 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 down me?
He can't 'cause he gay, out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we 'em
Like a hoe, fight 'em like carl in the ring
Then started to get to stabbin' a trick
'cause, I'm stun'n hard you best's get the tools
up on magi noo, prime 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 talk that shit till I get to the sooner
You never go huh you never go
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better my
Motherfuckin' out yo motherfuckin' mouth
Before you get yo motherfuckin' bust"
I'm talkin' to you mystikal I'm a yo ass
Incabale condtion I hope you take
time long
I'm of tired, I'm sick of tired
Of you bitches with me
I'm free the so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya
We not y'all first mind lead wrong
You should have thought
diss y'all thought we had dismissed
Y'all missed like try'na like that
Left yo back, yo wife is wack
that's a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a
Bad a boy
Maybe that's why slip so hard
But it, I'm a jump in my car
I told y'all once before, I'm not no boy
Shop 'cause of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy