Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It

[Verse 1 -
I represent where them at
145th and Broadway. You get your head
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, napped
You think you Well, my posse is crazier
Your moms? Mobbing and her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 tho, and Avias
Beef in N O, I had to No Limit up
MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the baby up
Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a truck
Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the double-O I the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World, that's me, yo
Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing is 7 dwarfs

Master P]
Killa Cam: you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones: you know he bout it, it
Freeky Z: you know he it, bout it
Santana: that boy it, bout it
Harlem World: you know they bout it, it
Diplomats: you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, them real
You know them they don't play

[Verse 2 -
Aiiyo, I'm bouncing an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A too - no water, only pumping Mountain Dew
Front on y'all cats I was bound to do
I it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head, but need mouth
119th to the whorehouse soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack over oxycontin
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll em
on his head: copper-top him
When I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to him
Got to spot him, tre-8 a revolve him
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get 8 done, Dipset play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Verse 3 - Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
and Lennox, 9- tre, they do they own thing
In Uptown, up on 40 a phat hit the block
Dogg, he move that water shit, he like the
wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt
Then if you walking Foster and Taft
Flossing that then gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight cause the AK'll blast ya
One calling Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor
Hennssey, lil me, me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 up out the Glock, I come up out it

P]
I represent the South, now the world gonna us
Worth mil', still dumping gorillas
I'm in the project posted up, like 'R Us
Retire my jersey -- 65 for every chicken I
Pass the purple stuff, whoadie, time to get swerk
Up on the block, 1,000 grams on and Kirk
We in t-shirts and doo rags
Females all fall when the No Limit boys in the house
get back. Hot One hold it down
In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, _
C-Murder locked up, but his still ringin'
Big getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin'
You know we bout it..I we rowdy!
New Orleans to the you know they bout it bout it
Saint Louis, keep it swangin'
L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out gangbangin'
Oklahoma to Tennessee, boys ain't playin'
you know they B-O-U-T
Texas, Florida; Detroit,
Them boys graduated from an 8th
Up on to
Kansas bout it. rowdy!
Illinois to Mississippi: bout it bout it
New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the California!
Carolina, South Carolina: throw dem bows
Pennsylvania, Alabama: to let em know
rowdy. Boston bout it!
New Orleans and it's bout it bout it