Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the national
Y'all bout it
(I started this it, bout it)
If you bout it, I mean you it, bout it
(Get 'em up)
(That you bout it, bout it)
Well, say you it, bout it

I represent, it's
It's Master P and they labeled me a dealer
'Cuz I'm it, I mean I'm rowdy
I hang with killas that everyone talk about
We this, we doin' that
(We what)
We in the rippin' up dope tracks
'Cuz we real, you betta your grill

if we bout it, bout it
If you ain't bout it, it you might get killed
I represent them killas at
(T R U)
3rd Ward, uptown, on the map
Back up off me, ain't no
Betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we hard G
I got killas in the projects water

I got from New Orleans to Florida
it, bout it
(Bout it, it)
I mean rowdy, rowdy
(Mean rowdy, rowdy)
You betta watch your shit niggas is bout it bout it
I mean snatch you out your car on a kidnap
Lay you on the floor and you

Bitch you betta break off snaps or dead
Put the pistol to your
Ain't no love I'm from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean dyin', I mean they fryin'
Gone off that juice and leave their cryin'
(Fermalgahide)
'Cuz their little boy is dead, that color blue or red
And wanta do what them ballas said

To make some snaps, I mean to make money
To break it up on the street, but this game funny
You want that in, ain't no way out
But or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
If you it, say you bout it
I roll with niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas it, bout it
Bounce, bounce, fool, if you bout it, bout it

is bout it, bout it
(Show them gold ones, show them ones)
Big Ed you know he's bout it, it
(Buddha)
Nigga [unverified], nigga bout it, bout it
(Get up off hin)
Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, it
(Bounce, bounce, bounce)

Mercy you know he's bout it, bout it
And Cali-G in is bout it, bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know bout it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick you know he's bout it, bout it
KLC of the Parkway is it, bout it

And Mr. is bout it, bout it
And Rasheen and the Mack yas bout it, bout it
Sonya-C you know she bout it, it
the Shocker you know he's bout it, bout it
And Mia X is to kick some flava
(She's rowdy, rowdy)

Niggas know that I'm it already, I can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all I come to do shit
Mia X representin', puttin' it for the south
Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my
So doubt the angel like voice, come across
Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, bitch
I keep 'em sick the way I kick my shit

And KLC got 'em scared 'cuz he's back it, anotha hit
No niggas in the house, plus on niggette
With that pimp clout, now what they talkin' bout
Beau hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
Feel a taste from drame
Infrared beams aimin' at your
Ain't no fuckin' boys

bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
Puddles from a fuckin'
Now who will be the next to get fuckin' shoes took off
I really can't call it 'cuz once the gumbo be
A nigga start ballin', strike up the line band
And put your black gear on 'cuz we gonna stay it, understood

Bitch I bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it
From Kansas City to St. they bout it, bout it
(They rowdy)
Down in Memphis you know they bout it, it
From L.A. to Alabama bout it, bout it

Washington to to Georgia
(They it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to
Chattanooga, Ohio,
(Do that walk)
Lexington Kentucky to Louisville, you know bout it bout it
(You it)

I they rowdy
(Break it up)
Richmond California to San Francisco
To Oakland they bout it, it
in Houston they bout it, bout it
The Northside, the Southside, you know they it, bout it
From Dallas to to Austin
(They bout it)

To Jackson to Mississippi niggas flossin'
(Means they it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how these gangstas
From Lafayette to Charles to Chicago to Florida
To Baton to Shreveport to New Orleans
(They it)
They it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

In Little Rock, Arkansas bangin' I mean they bout it
My Tre-8, they bout it
Loony Skull Dugrey you that fool is bout it
Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Green
DJ Roe, Streep, Levi, may he rest in peace
And all the other motha-niggas are dead
like my little brother Kevin Miller was bout it, bout it, bout it
(Bout it, it)