Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring Olivia & Quo)

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

Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice)
This is for my and my dogs
gettin' cheddar the law
Stay on ya and never crawl
BOUT IT!
(This is for my and my hoes)
(keep ya head up 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' money maj-ah, nigga you can if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
never stop paper though
all 'cho, just 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 sold
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 nigga ass, cause I with a gangsa style
where was you at I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

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

2-Stat Quo]

with the flow from the AT, do
wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he plenty hos
ridin' fled, by my
GMM, that's my
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 this so easy
signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not it
tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of

[Mini Hook] [Olivia

[Verse 3-Obie
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 on, as long as possible like a rodeo
I mean that that dick do so damage
that Obie's not that average, so you pardon me, i'm so savage
lot of bitches wantin' marrage
what bitch who? horse in a
no bitch thats not obie's
know my apparatus
pimp, no stamps, no pampers, no lips
strictly prophalactics inside oversized mag-anums
when i'm dickin' down actresses then
cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they him again

[Mini Hook] Singing]

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