Luyện nghe bài hát What You Bout

Artist: C-Murder f/
Album: Trapped in
Song: What You

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

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

Kept telling a motherfucker they aint feel us, see us, hear us
These niggas the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas
niggas tryna keep up with the man
ya'll need to keep up with the time
all that other shit, come up with the beat
I'ma come up with the
The dome splitter, born zone ripper
Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol
I told ya ass, you can't say my name a dick in yo mouth
It happened already, you know I'm coming to fuck up the crowd
Any how, got ya down might as well have yo pants down
Bout this 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 drama, step to me and let's handle it
A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of
The boot, we to shoot, the 504 I'm representing
TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No
Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping them heaters
And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting mosquitos
Break with killers and hang with thugs,
went to jail for slangin drugs
Now I'm free, me and the streets
fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me
But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I scared, I'm ready to die
be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry
Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the boy
Fucking with No Limit will get yo out yo house boy