Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, flip 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)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them
That's it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' from the South to the East

I represent, where them at
145th and you get your head cracked
Get legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play day care kids napped
You you real, well my posse is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and 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 baby boo, cop the X5, a baby truck
Santana rollin' big, in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the Double-O I the C-O
Please ho, World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse or bricks get seven off
Snow so white thing missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack over some oxi
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you up short on that paper get a wet shirt
if you walkin' through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, 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 paper even on lockdown
ATL, you they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you know rowdy, rowdy
and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, 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