Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It..., Pt3

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

I represent, where them at
and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get your snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your moms and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to call No up
Baby mack baby gat the way the baby
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, Harlem World if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so white only missin' is seven dwarfs

[Master P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he it, bout it
Freeky Z, you know he it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you know they it, bout it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, boys real
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' 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
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop '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 problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 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
Much upset, oh yeah they it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they 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 fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool