Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga I'm Bout It

Motherfuckers I got kids, I don't listenin' to that bullshit
Fuck the niggers! motherfuckers to stop
How can you call yourself a nigga and be of it

{u.n.l.v.}

It's an uptown thing and we it
Partners-n-crime motherfuckers you ain't it
an uptown thing and we bout it
Now jubilee motherfucker you bout it
It's a third nigga it's a third ward nigga
It's a third ward and we bout it

one: {lil' ya}

Misdemeanor motherfucker you face me
Turned out I was yo boy third o'l lady
Got mad bullets on ya said you wasn't home
Yeah, you pissed on our set up early in the
It had to be about seven or 'cause if I was there
I have put the fuckin' tec in yo face and
Sent yo bitch ass where you
They don't even have a set called airhorne and claiborne
So what'cha to do throw yo shit up
I say you on lafayette yo stupid ass was to up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo and
You talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
Apologzin' to you I did it for yo own but ya fell back up on me
Like I told you before 'cause you and yo at big boy
nothin' but hoes I pulled deadly holocust
You tried to make not knowin' I was strapped
He to give me dap and prime you's a bitch you weak!
'cause everytime you see me you know that you
But I got love for fakein' ass hustlers
Pussy motherfucka! dick busters!

Verse two:

Don't get too close the heat might just scorch ya,
Partners-n-crime, y'all mad 'cause cah money didn't want'cha,
u.n.l.v.,
I wonder which one of you muthafuckas wanted to be me,
The t, e, c, from the mighty one, two, three,
You bitches out here like the choke the soldiers,
But i'ma it real 'cause the real deal is how I feel,
You out with two, same as my crew,
And now you went out and found yourself busta,
Made it even harder, to make the big boy was givin' ya,
Said you like to fuck that dope, what'cha talkin' bout?
Lost all respect, now you no longer the south,
But try to turn my fans me,
Fuck it my real fans and all my niggas is ballin' me,
Peanut, dune, fuck it $lu, and nigga t,
All my niggas and they sho nuff down with me,
And y'all bitches see me,
My you makes a false move, you lose,
The deadly of come up
Biddy bye bye, nigga try,
Your crew close shot with buckshot, 'cause i'ma hit'cha with my four ten,
Double barrel, two trigger, shaker, you all in,
Hope you muthafuckas like my shit,
you bite my shit,
Switch it and recite my shit,
And I know you heard about me,
But y'all ain't about me, because I'm shootin' at'cha head g,
You play the of a man,
But partners-n-crime, y'all ain't but pussies in a can,
Ya try to me, but nigga my clip is way too tight,
goin' down at night,
And you see me 'cause I'm not in sight,
Two of you muthafuckas around,
But I know each one of you muthafuckas go underground,
So I him, and then I wet him,
Yeah, I come to your house nigga with shells on the ground,
So show what'cha made of nigga,
You started this shit, now finish it off bitch

three: {yella boy}

Now we been too long true or false right or wrong
And I know y'all been on this God damn hit song
Let me some gangster lyrics on this track man
Comin' a dope fiend we caught a nigga scopin'
It's time we close shop for these niggas
Reppin' on a nigga try'na make they name
They actin' like they bout it knowin' ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself they heart I got it
But see it all started back in when a coward out that ten
He tried to diss them jubilee yo cd about
New rap game try'na to drop some lyrics
Boo-koo man you know you lame
Nigga you to quit with that shit that ain't it
You almost caught the rape charge bitch you would've been
But anyway it go hey, how much the dope take?
Take ya to the brown, peanut and powder
You two motherfuckin' hoes try'na run one
But first, what about the crowd that did that
Eddie bow, you thought the would work and
Rock the crowd it's unbelievable, hoe it's a
Better yet my where I go and make my rounds
I ain't no joke I'm on a big boy big boy
My only promise was to ask my boy, was he with me?
He 'cause he gay, watch out for the stick
The gangster tried to run up but we 'em
a hoe, fight 'em like carl lewis in the ring
Then started to get to leave a trick
'cause, I'm hard you best's get the right tools
Back up on noo, prime time you a bitch
I can't let you slide 'cause I got feelin'
You lookin' like a by the eyes
You know ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the sooner
You never go huh you go what
"nigga you ain't talkin' you better my
Motherfuckin' name out yo motherfuckin'
you get yo motherfuckin' head bust"
I'm talkin' to you I'm a leave yo ass
Incabale motherfucker I hope you take
time long
I'm of tired, I'm sick of tired
Of you bitches with me
I'm free the so respect u.n.l.v.
I told you once, I told ya
We not nice y'all first lead wrong
You should thought twice
Try'na diss y'all we had dismissed
Y'all like try'na dissin' like that
Left yo back, that yo is wack
'cause a fact, and we back 'cause I'm a
Bad a boy
that's why they slip so hard
But fuck it, I'm a in my car
I y'all once before, I'm not no little boy
Shop 'cause of the third
Motherfuck! a big boy