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 goes out to them boys
That's bout it, it
P, Cam'Ron
We takin' this from the to the East

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound 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 top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him tray a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, dips don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he move that water shit, he the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you through Foster and Taft
Flossin' cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the AK'll ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and beat your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I come 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 it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they 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 bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool