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 here out to them boys
That's bout it, it
Master P,
We takin' this from the to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your cracked
Get your snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, fair day care kids napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
Beef in N-O I had to call No up
Baby mack baby gat 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, World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so white only missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton club and 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 eight a floor revolver
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 I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he move that water shit, he the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet
if you walkin' 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 AK'll ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
and Sally beat your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they it
16 shots up out the glock I come it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper 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 North Carolina, you they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim Jones & 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