Luyện nghe bài hát Yappin

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

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

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

P]
You can't live in a glasshouse and try and throw
I'm a New No soldier, got it tatted 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 fuck throw your hood up
I got a screws missing, they say I talk in my sleep
I'm addicted to money and but I love the freaks
You wanna run up on a nigga in the club
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that
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
Stop screamin motherfucker, you me boy

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