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 your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them
bout it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' this the South to the East

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

[Hook] 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, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, boys real
You them boys, they don't play

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, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he move that water shit, he like the
Over wet work, you come up short on that get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs crazy 'cause the AK'll 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, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
upset, oh yeah 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 know they 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 know they rowdy,
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie on lockdown
ATL, you they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
Florida and Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

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