Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE YO BUSINESS)
From the to the west to the mid to the east coast

One: Master P

I got heroin and
some call me the dope man a young havin thangs
A thug Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese powder to cooked rocks
From the ghetto to the
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the to move my records to 54 states
Got work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch blue
Got corns than fritos
Got more hoe's than Macys muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the party jumpin (uhh, bout it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like did Compton
Hoo-ride with gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ Special Ed
Got more _Vapors_ than ever had
After _Dead Presidents_ Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap industry like
Going _Federal_ E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my on tilt
Puttin _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to white ice cream, now its platinum and golds

2X

Verse Two:

Without no
its for you before you get out the door
what the fuck they gon tell you for if you don't know
huh nigga all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
no fuckin favors, ain't no fuckin friends
That don't mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or them bitches will ya
Make sure yo contract is otherwise them bitches will rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all just and be patient
yo album done and gone and you stupid ass still waitin
stackin off my work
Them no good son of a bitches got me for concerts
I done headlined hole in the wall in and out the city
Humble cause I'm believe it was meant for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin
Fuck how good you rap it shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Three:

I could end the world one line
but I chose to make hoes suffer
Fill the with no muffler, I's a bad motherfucker
Uncover, the beast, dangerous from head to feet
control my rhymes, because them bitches seep through
My teeth, so cold I heats, like some yeast, bake some beats
Meltin needers off of technique and thats just when I
Seek and you should find that my is beyond
and yall niggas lines behind the of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I want it the mic or the nine
For mine it protects crimes to the (he ain't lying)
And I ain't dying line goes the paper the
P gave me the break for me to make some cake
still dope I cook in sake, got pretty ass to bake
Thats definitely a dumb lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a weed
Meet the have-been, one of the men on this note
Who wanna get served by the nigga, the at the throat
You think you bad but bitch you had
A nigga to give more heart attacks than Fred had

till fade

(Master P talking)
To the south (the south)
to the (to the west)
To the mid (to the mid)
to the motherfuckin (to the east)
To the (to the motherfuckin world)
No Limit, here I whenever we want to
September 2nd, get the fuckin high
bout my business, ha ha,
Master P, Fiend and Mystikal
Uungh!, it bout it