Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go

Chorus: P (repeat 2X)

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

Verse One: P

I got heroin and
some call me the dope man a young nigga thangs
A thug Tupac
went from cheddar to cheese from powder to rocks
From the to the lakes
(to the 3rd ward, Caliope)
Slangin' thangs in the hood to my records to 54 states
Got more work than the do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk
like a baller they bitch hair
Got more corns fritos
Got more hoe's Macys sell muthafuckin Girbauds
Keep the muthafuckin party jumpin (uhh, it, bout it)
For puttin the south on the map like did Compton
Hoo-ride these gangbangers (gangbangers)
No Soldiers, mercenary killas keep one up in the chamber
_Got it Made_ like Ed
Got _Vapors_ than BizMarkie ever had
After _Dead like Eric B.
_Hypnotize_ the rap like Biggie
Going like E-40
the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ En Vogue
Used to slang white ice cream, now its 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 thats all on you to be on top of
But by the time they fuckin you, bitch you gon learn
Ain't no fuckin favors, no fuckin friends
That shit mix, this business
Be bout yo paper, yo royalties or bitches will take ya
Make sure yo contract is escilatin' otherwise them bitches rape ya
makin big promises on how it's gonna be all just and be patient
yo album done came and gone and you stupid ass waitin
stackin paper off my
Them no good son of a bitches got me livin for
I done headlined every hole in the in and out the city
Humble cause I'm gonna believe it was for me
I'ma get it, makin moves but still somethin
how good you rap it ain't shit without yo business
No

2X

Verse Three:

I could end the with one line
but I to make these hoes suffer
Fill the voice with no muffler, I's a bad
Uncover, unleash the beast, dangerous 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 I speak
Seek and you find that my mind is beyond
and niggas lines behind the times of my first lines
Shit I'm in my prime, I it with the mic or the nine
For it protects crimes to the blind (he ain't lying)
And I dying line goes the paper the chase
P done me the break for me to make some cake
still I cook in sake, got pretty ass hoes to bake
Thats definitely a nigga lure, you wanna smoke
Cause this business makin me a conniseur
Meet the have-been, one of the men on this note
Who wanna get by the nigga, the nerve at the throat
You think you bad but you never had
A to give more heart attacks than Fred Sanford had

Chorus till

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