Luyện nghe bài hát What You Bout

Artist: C-Murder f/
Album: in Crime
Song: You Bout

[M] You well right.
[C] What's happ'. Motherfucking well
[M] BUCK! BUCK! I go boy. 504 still up in this BITCH!
[C] Nigga, TRU in this bitch ya dig
It's a No thang boy.
[M] Nigga, if you aint that motherfucking drama
and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the nigga
[C]
[M] Ya me

Chorus 2x: (C-Murder)
you bout boy (What you bout boy)
out boy (Thugged out boy)
From the boy (From the South boy)
ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy)

Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon' feel us, see us, us
These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU godzillas
Ya'll niggas tryna keep up the man
ya'll need to keep up with the time
Fuck all other shit, come up with the beat
come up with the rhyme
The splitter, natural born zone ripper
my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper
I told ya ass, you can't say my name a dick in yo mouth
It done happened already, you I'm coming to fuck up the crowd
Any how, got ya hands might as well have yo pants down
Bout Bout it Bout it, so nigga don't FUCK AROUND
The man hot, out
Got the whole clout, the whole South

What you bout, I'm bout that drama, to me and let's handle it
A nigga out the South, with in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana
The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm
TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, south, No Limit
Deadly bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
And I bring them lyrics have them killers fighting like mosquitos
bread with killers and hang with thugs,
nigga to jail for slangin drugs
Now I'm free, me and the streets
aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking me
But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I scared, I'm ready to die
Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo cry
Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out the South boy
Fucking No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy