Luyện nghe bài hát Startin' Somethin'.

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

Peter
It seems everywhere I go,
Haters try and stop my flow,
Sayin, "is he really dough?"
Well, I'm a see to let roadie show,
Then they try to be my man,
Hang around to see the mack plan,
Step my supply is in demand,
Oh fella won't you come and a stand?
Now when I 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 with the 4s
be comin cross to y'all,"
It nothin but the snare and the kitch,
Ron there scratchin yo head,
When remember where you get this hitch from,
come and get some, Gunz,
They a one comin with another one
And one,
How he the done,
that you ball with the best, with the best
Say you with the boogie white Lex,
Comin around, your girlfriend it down,
hater I'm in yo bathroom, comin it down,
Peter's just another cat the Bronx,
the funk, and get the hoppin whuppin in the TVs
In trunks,
So tell me you want,
See you got the wanna be

CHORUS: Lord Tariq, Gunz and Chauncy 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 the--
Tell me you like it, now
Yeah,

Tariq:
Ay yo I pull up to the spot in a new Benz,
Me and Track now cause 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 illuminatin the party with the fuck,
I can be toe-up,
I'm cris the flow up,
And I'm gettin playas sick til they up,
And I'm in a minds 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 the Southeast, part of the Bx,
where money ain't a
And city blocks from the Bronx
I haul 'em in,
Many find themselves in the obituary
Cause wanna be

Peter
And there ain't
But a blast the past,
I get gas,
Lettin cats my only mission's gettin cash, fast

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

Peter
And be movin, groovin, showin and provin
niggas know what I be doing,
Frontin on Peter will get you

Lord
I said these wanna kill me,
But it ain't too
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)
Gunz (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)