Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these
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
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 kids
You you real, well my posse is crazier
Your moms and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
in N-O I had to call No Limit up
Baby mack gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, a baby truck
Santana big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the Double-O I the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if me, yo
Clipse eleven or get seven off
Snow so white thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, it
Freeky Z, you he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them real
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, only pumpin' Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I made a weird, chickenheads pronounce my shoes
I got head but need more
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Robins
and rocks we poppin'
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., seargent and problem - now
get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own
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 walkin' through and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the AK'll ya
One callin' 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 yeah they it
16 up out the glock I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout 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 we rowdy, rowdy

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