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

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

I represent, them killers at
145th and you get your head cracked
Get your snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day kids napped
You think you real, well my posse is
Your moms mobbin' and 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, a baby truck
Santana big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get off
Snow so white only missin' is seven dwarfs

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, it
Jim Jones, you he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z, you he bout it, bout it
Santana, boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they it, bout it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys
You know them boys, they don't

Aiiyo, I'm through an ounce or two
My look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little I was bound to do
I made a weird, can't pronounce my shoes
I got but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, oozies and stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a revolver
The D.A., and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he that water shit, he like the network
wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't AK and Wagner
My straight 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 liquor
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah bout it
16 up out the glock 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 keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block
We get paper even on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, it
Florida and North Carolina, you know rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
Seattle bout it, Hawaii
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they it, bout it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we 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 they rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool