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

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

I represent, where killers at
and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play fair day kids napped
You think you real, well my posse is
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to No Limit up
Baby baby gat love 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 Double-O I the C-O
Please ho, Harlem 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 know he it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
World, you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
145th and Broadway, boys real
You know them boys, they don't

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
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 eight done, dips that play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
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 cash and put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, me me you know 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 it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout 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 down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you know they it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you we rowdy, rowdy

[Outro][Jim Jones & 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