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 your
(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 from the to the East

I represent, where killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
in N-O I had to call No Limit 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
eleven or bricks get seven off
Snow so only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but need more
to the whorehouse, soon 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 we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

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

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy,
P, the New No Limit
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know rowdy, 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 know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim Jones & 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