Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this on these niggaz
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to boys
bout it, bout it
Master P,
We this from the South to the East

I represent, where them at
and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, my posse is crazier
Your moms and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
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
Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, World forty if that's 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 know he it, bout it
Santana, boy bout it, bout 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 through an ounce or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got head but 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 Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the 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 phat hit the block
he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' that and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they it
16 shots up out the I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know 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