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)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them
That's it, bout it
Master P,
We takin' this from the to the East

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but need more
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was poppin'
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that don't none
Jim Jones, Freeky, and the great one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they 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 on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' 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 beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, in front the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh they bout it
16 shots up out the I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, it
Taliban and up top, you they rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
bout it, Milwaukee bout 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 know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce