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 everywhere I go,
Haters try and stop my flow,
Sayin, "is he seein' dough?"
Well, I'm a see just to let show,
Then they try to be my man,
around just to see the mack plan,
Step my supply is in demand,
Oh fella won't you come and take a
Now I walk in the door,
Girls be sayin, "Peter is of the wall,
the way he ball, got somethin 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 they remember you get this hitch from,
come and get some, Gunz,
They love a one 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,
Comin around, your runnin it down,
Playa hater I'm in yo bathroom, 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 know------------just be

Lord Tariq, Peter 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--
me that you like it, now
Yeah,

Lord
Ay yo I pull up to the spot in a new Benz,
Me and Track now this cause we in Rins,
See me the wheel of a 6-0-0
Like a to deniro, I'm in,
And then I step outside the like what?
The Benz and the Roleys illuminatin the party the fuck,
I can be toe-up,
I'm cris from the up,
And I'm gettin playas sick til throw up,
And I'm in a state of those,
have the world in a zone, in '88
The many I roam,
New City's my home,
legal money,
So I got my next flooded with
And the Bronx like a of my own,
And I'm from the Southeast, of the Bx,
where ain't a problem
And frequent city from the Bronx
That I 'em in,
Many themselves in the obituary cloumn
Cause they be

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

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

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

Lord
I said these wanna kill me,
But it too much
For cats to do it,
Just seal me, for 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)
Chauncy (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)