Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

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

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little I was bound to do
I made a weird, can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but need mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head, 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 done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move that shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through Foster and
that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now on
And dope stacks, in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 up out the glock I come 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 hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they 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 it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

Jones & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You they 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