Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's this 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, one here 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 legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play day care kids napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
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, that's a baby
rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem forty if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all cats 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 some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
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 eight a floor
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean 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 through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in 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 it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy,
Master P, the New No
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper whoadie on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim & Master P]
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool