Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring & Stat Quo)

Trice]
Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! to Shady my nigga!
Congratulations, nigga out the hood!
I'll vouch for ya, go, nigga!

[Hook: Quo] + (Obie Trice)
is for my bitches and my dogs
gettin' cheddar the law
Stay on ya feet and never
BOUT IT!
(This is for my and my hoes)
(keep ya head up ya foes)
(get ya up to ya nose)
(Over It)

[Verse Trice]
My name is O and to the
life, entety
envy me,
niggaz who to be
gangs-tah, nigga a fake-ah
gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya (nature)
never stop gettin' paper
all that 'cho, waitin' on a ho
gotta cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go
amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes
now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, me hos
would have fathomed that
big nigga from school Craft
access to the masses
now sweatin' them backstage passes
try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa
where was you at when I was on the ave, to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

[Mini Hook] Singing]
I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that man, and ain't a thang funny man]
I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that juice, punk]
and I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and a thang funny man]
and I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit ATL on'em]

[Verse 2-Stat

with the awkward flow the AT, do
wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he plenty hos
fled, by my grip
GMM, my clique
fit, new kicks
i'm the shit, see me wit
yo bitch, on the
super slick, on me eat a dick
born to get plenty
is he rich, damn right, day
every night, can't see me, bibi
I made this so easy
with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
tipsy off that hennesy, and other of bubbly

[Mini [Olivia Singing]

[Verse 3-Obie
Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that
dick up in they ass so hoes know they gotta smoke
they O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho
so they try to hold on, as long as possible like a
I mean that dick do so much damage
that Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so
lot of bitches wantin' marrage
what bitch who? horse in a
no bitch thats not status
know my apparatus
pimp, no stamps, no pampers, no lips
strictly prophalactics inside oversized mag-anums
when i'm dickin' down these actresses
cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when seein' him again

[Mini Hook] Singing]

Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]