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 dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here out to them boys
That's it, bout it
P, Cam'Ron
We takin' this from the South to the

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads pronounce my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

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

P]
140 Lennox, you know they it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you they 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 they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

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