Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It

[Verse 1 -
I represent where them at
145th and Broadway. You get your cracked
Get your snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids
You think you real? Well, my posse is
Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Arabia
I'm 89 tho, and Avias
Beef in N O, I had to call No up
Baby MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the up
Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a truck
Santana big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the double-O I the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: me, yo
Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only missing is 7 dwarfs

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

[Verse 2 -
Aiiyo, I'm bouncing through an or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too - no water, pumping Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made it where chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head, but need mouth
119th to the soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, and Glocks'll stop em
Battery on his copper-top him
I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to watch him
Got to spot him, tre-8 a floor him
The D.A., sargeant and coroner's - now
Highs get 8 done, Dipset don't none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Verse 3 - Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
15th and Lennox, 9- tre, do they own thing
In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg, he move that water shit, he the network
Over wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet
if you walking through Foster and Taft
Flossing that cash 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 your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
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 the South, now the world gonna feel 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, it's time to get
Up on the block, 1,000 grams on Hogan and
We in them and doo rags
Females all back when the No Limit boys in the house
Haters get back. Hot One hold it
In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, _
locked up, but his name still ringin'
Big getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin'
You know we it..I mean we rowdy!
New Orleans to the ATL: you know bout it bout it
Saint Louis, they keep it
L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out there
Oklahoma to Tennessee, them ain't playin'
Cause you know they
Texas, Florida; Detroit,
Them boys graduated from an 8th
Up on to
Kansas it. Virginia rowdy!
Illinois boys to Mississippi: it bout it
New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the California!
North Carolina, South Carolina: dem bows
Pennsylvania, Alabama: to let em know
rowdy. Boston bout it!
New Orleans and Rockafella: bout it bout it