Luyện nghe bài hát Stay Bout It

(featuring & Stat Quo)

[Obie
Obie Trice, nigga! Quo! Welcome to Shady 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' fuck the law
on ya feet and never crawl
STAY IT!
(This is for my and my hoes)
(keep ya head up ya foes)
(get ya up to ya nose)
(Over It)

[Verse Trice]
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, you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
never stop gettin' though
all 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools 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
never would have fathomed
big nigga from school Craft
access 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 money man, and ain't a thang man]
I am so high! [Obie Trice-You up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk]
and I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get 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
'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' 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, on me eat a dick
born to get plenty
is he rich, right, every day
night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
I made this so easy
with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of

[Mini Hook] Singing]

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

[Mini Hook] Singing]

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