Luyện nghe bài hát Yappin

[Intro: P]
Man you need to cut all that out
Either you from the or you ain't from the hood
But if you ain't from the hood, be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT)
Cause niggaz gon expose these fake

[Chorus:
Don't me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get the fuck out
Knocked the out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the out
Don't make me put my on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
the fuck out, knocked the fuck out
Keep yappin at the and get knocked the fuck out

P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin a duck
Quick to holla up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the
and can't look a real nigga straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a head" but real killers don't talk
You tell a real gangster how he act and how we act
See, you and your click wanna face me nigga
detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy my dad, a wild coyote
you what Shaq shoulda did to Kobe
Slap him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry
That still talkin, beat his bitch ass up
You a rookie under me so respect your
Get a country ass whoopin to be rebelous
The New No Limit, we ain't to go to war
Have you spoof when you leave the house or in your car

P]
You live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No Limit soldier, got it on my arm
See you puh puh poolay, what you say
We get to stomping like in Peru Bay
Real thugs get it in the club
You don't give a then throw your hood up
I got a couple screws missing, they say I talk in my
I'm addicted to money and but I love the freaks
You don't run up on a nigga in the club
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, and that buzz
See, I'm a nigga, break the rules nigga
I came to party, you wanna get stomped, on you nigga
See, I'm a boy, I'm from the streets boy
You could knuckle up but Drumma got that boy
I mean the feet boy, I'm Pistol boy
screamin motherfucker, you ain't me boy

[Young + (Master P)]
(Where you at Buck?)
We got the weed spot poppin and the dice crackin
Got some with some birds and some young niggaz jackin
This the baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my still Cadillac'n
P, you know I been to push a line with you dawg
P, uou know I been waiting to use nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Panther shit
The whole pumping they fist but here we go
It's No up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got damn right)
We gonna act C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
Oh, we came to start a fight, break 'em off something
Take it to the streets nigga, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh)
So me and Silkk The in a black Impala
Burnin rubber in the ward, ridin wit a chopper
No matter what I been through, my account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we bout it bout it