Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It, Bout It 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

is bout it, bout it
(Show them ones, show them gold ones)
Big Ed you know he's it, bout 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 California is it, bout it
Mo B. Dick, you know he's it, bout it
(If you it)
Nick Pokey you know he's bout it, it
KLC of the is bout it, bout it

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

know that I'm bout it already, I can prove it
So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do
Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the
Keep a in my sock and bullet in my mouth
So don't doubt the angel like voice, come
Get cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
I keep 'em sick the way I kick my shit

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

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

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

Washington to Carolina to
(They it)
Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to
Chattanooga, Ohio,
(Do gangsta walk)
Lexington to Louisville, you know they bout it bout it
(You it)

I they rowdy
(Break it up)
From Richmond to San Francisco
To they bout it, bout 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 them niggas
(Means they it)
B and M's on and they bout it
That's how these gangstas
From to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida
To Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans
(They it)
bout it, I mean they rowdy
(They rowdy)

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