Luyện nghe bài hát Yappin

[Intro: P]
Man you need to cut all that out
Either you from the hood or you ain't from the
But if you ain't the hood, don't be actin like you from the hood (NEW NO LIMIT)
niggaz gon expose these fake niggaz

[Chorus:
Don't me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout
Keep yappin at the mouth and get the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, knocked the out
Keep yappin at the mouth and get the fuck out
Don't make me put my hands on you nigga, I'ma you what I'm bout
yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out
Knocked the fuck out, the fuck out
Keep at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out

P]
Need to stop yappin, quackin soundin like a
Quick to whats up when a thug pull up
I see you fake ass twisted niggaz straight to the
and can't even look a real straight in the eye
Screamin "Bust a nigga head" but real killers don't
You could tell a real how he act and how we act
See, you and your click don't wanna me nigga
detroit indiana fuckin pace ya nigga
Cause I'm crazy like my dad, a wild
Show you what Shaq shoulda did to
him in his mouth, nigga fuck Jerry Buss
That fool still talkin, beat his ass up
You a rookie me so respect your elders
Get a country ass whoopin tryin to be
The New No Limit, we ain't to go to war
Have you spoof when you the house or ridin in your car

P]
You live in a glasshouse and try and throw stones
I'm a New No soldier, got it tatted on my arm
See you puh puh poolay, fuck you say
We get to stomping like soldiers in Bay
thugs get it crunk in the club
You don't a fuck then throw your hood up
I got a couple screws missing, they say I in my sleep
I'm to money and weed but I love the freaks
You don't wanna run up on a nigga in the
When I'm gone off that hypnotiq, henny and that
See, I'm a fool nigga, the rules nigga
I came to party, you get stomped, thats on you nigga
See, I'm a bEast boy, I'm from the boy
You knuckle up but Drumma got that heat boy
I mean the boy, I'm Pistol Pete boy
Stop motherfucker, you ain't me boy

[Young + (Master P)]
(Where you at Buck?)
We got the weed spot and the dice game crackin
Got some hustlers with some birds and young niggaz jackin
This the baby, white t-shirts and the khakis
Stomp stompin in my G-Units still
P, you know I been to push a line with you dawg
P, uou I been waiting to use this nine with you dawg
I'm on the grey goose, Huey Lewis Black shit
The whole club pumping they but here we go
It's No Limit up in here, bitch you got damn right (Bitch you got right)
We act like C-Murder just got out of jail tonight
Oh, we came to a fight, break 'em off something rough
Take it back to the nigga, make 'em say ughh (Make 'em say ughh)
So me and Silkk The in a black Impala
rubber in the third ward, ridin wit a chopper
No what I been through, my bank account got it
Fuck them other niggaz cause we bout it bout it