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!
vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!

[Hook: Stat + (Obie Trice)
This is for my bitches and my
gettin' fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and never
BOUT 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 name is O and to the
life, entety
envy me,
who pretend to be
gangs-tah, nigga you's a
gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
stop gettin' paper though
all that 'cho, just on a ho
gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A where asians go
amazing, two years retro, and in a home where the aafes sold
now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, me hos
would have fathomed that
big nigga from school Craft
have to the masses
now they sweatin' backstage passes
try to give a ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style
where was you at when I was on the ave, to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

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

2-Stat Quo]

with the awkward from the AT, do
wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' 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, on me eat a dick
to get plenty chips
is he rich, right, every day
every night, can't see me, bibi
I made this so easy
signed E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
tipsy off hennesy, and other types of bubbly

[Mini [Olivia Singing]

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

[Mini Hook] [Olivia

[Obie Up To Get'em (echoed)]