Luyện nghe bài hát What You Bout

Artist: C-Murder f/
Album: in Crime
Song: You Bout

[M] You motherfucking right.
[C] What's happ'. Motherfucking right
[M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 up in this BITCH!
[C] Nigga, TRU in this bitch ya dig
It's a No Limit boy.
[M] Nigga, if you aint bout motherfucking drama
and all that other ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga
[C]
[M] Ya me

Chorus 2x: (C-Murder)
What you boy (What you bout boy)
out boy (Thugged out boy)
From the boy (From the South boy)
Shut ya boy (Shut ya mouth boy)

Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon' feel us, see us, us
These from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas
Ya'll niggas keep up with the man
ya'll motherfuckers need to up with the time
Fuck all that other shit, up with the beat
I'ma come up the rhyme
The dome splitter, natural born ripper
Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol
I told ya ass, you say my name with a dick in yo mouth
It done happened already, you know I'm to fuck up the crowd
Any how, got ya hands down as well have yo pants down
Bout this Bout it Bout it, so don't FUCK AROUND
The man hot, out
Got the whole clout, the whole South

What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and handle it
A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, out of Louisiana
The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm
TRU on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit
Deadly bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters
And I bring them lyrics have them killers fighting like mosquitos
bread with killers and hang with thugs,
nigga went to jail for drugs
Now I'm free, just me and the
fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me
But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I aint scared, I'm to die
be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry
Don't me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy
Fucking with No Limit get yo dragged out yo house boy