Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to boys
That's bout it, it
P, Cam'Ron
We takin' from the South to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get head cracked
Get your snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care kids
You think you real, well my posse is
Your moms and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
Beef in N-O I had to No Limit up
Baby mack baby gat the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, a baby truck
Santana rollin' big, in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem forty if that's me, yo
Clipse or bricks get seven off
Snow so white only missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got head but more mouth
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton club and Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now on
And dope stacks, in front the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they it, bout it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool