Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring Olivia & Quo)

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

[Hook: Stat + (Obie Trice)
is for my bitches and my dogs
gettin' fuck the law
Stay on ya feet and crawl
STAY IT!
(This is for my and my hoes)
(keep ya up fuck ya foes)
(get ya up to ya nose)
(Over It)

1-Obie Trice]
My name is O and to the
life, entety
envy me,
who pretend to be
gangs-tah, you's a fake-ah
money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
never stop gettin' though
all that 'cho, waitin' on a ho
gotta raise cocoa, put her in schools where asians go
amazing, two retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold
now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out shows, hate me hos
never would have fathomed
big lipped nigga from school
have to the masses
now they sweatin' backstage passes
try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll a gangsa style
where was you at when I was on the ave, 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 Trice-You rollin' up skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk]
and I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a funny man]
and I am so high [Obie up, then hit that ATL on'em]

[Verse Quo]

with the flow from the AT, do
'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hos
ridin' fled, by my
GMM, that's my
fresh fit, new
i'm the shit, see me wit
yo bitch, on the
slick, hate on me eat a dick
born to get chips
is he rich, damn right, day
night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
I made this look so
signed E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly

[Mini [Olivia Singing]

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

[Mini Hook] Singing]

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