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 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 this from the South to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get head cracked
Get your snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care kids
You think you real, my posse is crazier
Your moms and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
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
rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so white only thing is seven dwarfs

[Master P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, it
Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy it, bout it
World, you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, 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
club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through Foster and
Flossin' that cash and 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 dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know bout it, bout 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 know he it, bout it
Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we 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