Luyện nghe bài hát What You Bout

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

[M] You motherfucking 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
It's a No Limit 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)
you bout boy (What you bout boy)
out boy (Thugged out boy)
From the boy (From the South boy)
Shut ya boy (Shut ya mouth boy)

Kept telling a motherfucker aint gon' feel us, see us, hear us
These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto
Ya'll niggas tryna keep up the man
ya'll motherfuckers need to up with the time
Fuck all that other shit, up with the beat
I'ma up with the rhyme
The dome splitter, natural born zone
Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol
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 this Bout it Bout it, so don't FUCK AROUND
The man hot, out
Got the whole clout, represent the South

What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and let's it
A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of
The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm
TRU on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit
Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting mosquitos
Break bread with and hang with thugs,
nigga went to for slangin drugs
Now I'm free, me and the streets
aint fucking with a if he aint fucking with me
But if it go down, I'm to ride, I aint 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 from the boy
Fucking with No Limit get yo dragged out yo house boy