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

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

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads pronounce my shoes
I got head but more mouth
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through and Taft
Flossin' that cash and put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now on
And dope stacks, right in front the 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 they bout it, it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy,
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the down
We get paper whoadie on lockdown
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they 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 they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool