Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip 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 boys
That's bout it, it
P, Cam'Ron
We takin' this from the South to the

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

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, 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 know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, them real
You know them boys, don't play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got but need more mouth
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Roxy
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and glocks'll '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., seargent and problem - now
Highs get done, dips that 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, nine tray they do own thing
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 short on that get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah bout it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the down
We get paper whoadie on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
Florida and Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they 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 they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool