Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring & Stat Quo)

[Obie
Obie Trice, nigga! Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga!
Congratulations, another out the hood!
vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!

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

[Verse 1-Obie
My is O and to the B-I-E
life, entety
envy me,
niggaz who to be
gangs-tah, nigga you's a
gettin' maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
never stop gettin' paper
all 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
raise 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 shows, hate me hos
would have fathomed that
big nigga from school Craft
access to the masses
now they sweatin' them backstage
try to give a ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style
was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

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

2-Stat Quo]

with the awkward from the AT, do
wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' he gettin' plenty hos
ridin' fled, by my
GMM, my clique
fit, new kicks
i'm the shit, see me wit
yo bitch, on the
super slick, hate on me eat a
born to get chips
is he rich, damn right, day
every night, motherfuckers see me, bibi
I made look 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 Trice]
Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on okie-do
dick up in they ass so them hoes they gotta smoke
they know O, for jokes, thats fo' sho
so they try to hold on, as long as like a rodeo
I mean that that do so much damage
that not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage
gotta lot of bitches marrage
bitch who? horse in a carrage
no bitch thats not obie's
gotta know my
pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no
strictly prophalactics inside these mag-anums
when i'm dickin' down actresses then
cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress him when they seein' him again

[Mini Hook] Singing]

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