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
bout it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' this from the South to the

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
15th and Lennox, tray 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 short on that get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the blast ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I come it

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy,
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they 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
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

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