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

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

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

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, it
Jim Jones, you know he it, bout 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 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 too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was 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
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own
In uptown, up on 40 a phat hit the block
Dogg he move that shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through and Taft
Flossin' that and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy the AK'll blast ya
One callin' daddy 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
upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, it
and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas keep it real, why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout 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 even on
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
bout 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 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 bounce