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

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

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

[Hook] 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 it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an 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, can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but need more
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
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 a floor revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through Foster and
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and beat your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they it
16 shots up out the I come 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 it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I mean bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix 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 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