Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's this thing 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 goes out to them
bout it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' this the South to the East

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

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he it, bout it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy it, bout it
Harlem World, you they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, only Mountain Dew
Front on little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got head but need more
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Roxy
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own
In uptown, up on 40 a phat hit the block
he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through Foster and
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh yeah bout it
16 shots up out the glock I 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 it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

Jones & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool