Luyện nghe bài hát Startin' Somethin'.

Blackstreet: Gunz (Gunz),
Tariq (Riq),
(street),
in the house, its a mix (mix),
ugh (ugh), yea ugh (ugh),
the (Gunz)

Peter
It seems like I go,
Haters wanna try and my flow,
Sayin, "is he seein' dough?"
Well, I'm a see just to let show,
Then wanna try to be my man,
Hang just to see the mack plan,
Step my supply is in demand,
Oh fella you come and take a stand?
Now I walk in the door,
Girls be sayin, "Peter is of the wall,
Love the way he ball, got for all of y'all,
Make ya hit the floor the 4s
be comin cross to y'all,"
It ain't but the snare and the kitch,
Ron there scratchin yo head,
When they remember you get this hitch from,
Wanna and get some, Gunz,
love a one comin with another one
And one,
How he the done,
Sayin that you ball the best, with the best
Say you with the boogie white Lex,
around, your girlfriend runnin it down,
Playa I'm in yo bathroom, comin it down,
Peter's just cat from the Bronx,
the funk, and get the hoppin whuppin in the TVs
In trunks,
So me what you want,
See you got the wanna be

CHORUS: Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz and Black
somethin',
Now if Gunz money, (yeah yeah)
and gets money, (yeah yeah)
And if get money, (yeah yeah)
we all get money, (yeah yeah)
And I'm a the--ooh, ooh
Down, down, down, down,
Do you it? oh
Yeah,
Do you it, now
Yeah,
Now do you it? oh
Down, down, down,
I represent
me that you like it, now
Yeah,

Tariq:
Ay yo I pull up to the in a brand new Benz,
Me and Track now this we rellies in Rins,
See me behind the wheel of a
Like a to deniro, I'm in,
And I step outside the club like what?
The Benz and the Roleys illuminatin the party the fuck,
I can be toe-up,
I'm cris the flow up,
And I'm playas sick til they throw up,
And I'm in a state of those,
That have the in a zone, in '88
The many I roam,
New City's my home,
legal money,
So I got my flooded with stones
And the Bronx a quart of my own,
And I'm from the Southeast, of the Bx,
where ain't a problem
And frequent blocks from the Bronx
I haul 'em in,
Many find in the obituary cloumn
Cause they be

Peter
And there nothin
But a blast the past,
I get gas,
Lettin cats know my mission's gettin cash, fast

Lord
ask the question,
When the hits the fan,
Do you go and see the Lord about

Gunz:
And be movin, groovin, showin and provin
Lettin know what I be doing,
Frontin on Peter get you fronted

Lord
I said cowards wanna kill me,
But it too much
For yall to do it,
Just me, for real B

Outro: Black
Now, say it to the
Say it out
Say it to the world,
Say it out loud,
Whoo-ooh,

Boogie (boogie down)
Peter (ugh, ugh)
Lord (ugh, ugh)
Black (ugh, ugh)
Dub C (ugh, ugh)
(ugh, ugh)
man (ugh, ugh)
In the mix (in the mix) (ugh, ugh)
Boogie (boogie down) (ugh, ugh)
representin

Repeat to
Ugh (ugh)
yeah, ugh (ugh)
(fade or 7x)