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

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

I represent, where them at
145th and you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play fair day care kids
You think you real, my posse is crazier
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 gat love the way the baby
Got my boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck
Santana rollin' big, in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or get seven off
Snow so white only thing missin' is seven

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

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads pronounce my shoes
I got but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that get a wet shirt
Then if you through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now on
And stacks, right in front 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 bout it, bout it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they it, bout it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

Jones & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool