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

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

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

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
Front on little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but need mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy
I pop ack some oxi cotton
Cotton and Roxy Robins
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, oozies and glocks'll 'em
Battery on his head, 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 problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that don't play
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he move that water shit, he like the
Over wet work, you come up short on 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 forget AK and
My straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I come 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 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 whoadie even on
ATL, you they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy,
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they 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