Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring Olivia & Quo)

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

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

[Verse Trice]
My is O and to the B-I-E
Trife life,
me, injuries
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 paper though
all that 'cho, just 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 on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hos
would have fathomed that
big lipped from school Craft
have to the masses
now they sweatin' backstage passes
try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa
was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)

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

[Verse 2-Stat

with the flow 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
slick, hate on me eat a dick
born to get plenty
is he rich, damn right, day
night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
I this look so easy
with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
tipsy off that hennesy, and types of bubbly

[Mini Hook] Singing]

3-Obie Trice]
Obie a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do
dick up in they ass so them hoes know they gotta
they know O, 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 me, i'm so savage
gotta lot of bitches marrage
bitch who? horse in a carrage
no bitch thats not status
gotta my apparatus
pimp, no stamps, no pampers, no lips
prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums
when i'm dickin' down actresses then
cut'em like Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again

[Mini Hook] Singing]

[Obie Trice-Liven Up To (echoed)]