Luyện nghe bài hát We 'Bout To Blow

Uhh Uh Uhhhh!
Yeah!
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ryders Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ruff Yeah!! (come on)

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (WHAT!)
Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just know

I'm just gonna to the script 'cause you know how that shit go
to the flip dog, kitten don't let go
Get that yo, wrong or right me
Dog for life and its on
Why'all make money, money, money
My Niggaz money, money, money
Bloodline, get down 'cause I love
I can put my life on the at least one time
Cats know nothing, but show frontin
I'm a pump it up like Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang your head the walk man
Tryna holla at shorty, you tryna talk man
niggaz is worse than the bitches
So I'm a holla at you, but first with the
Cats know who you fucking with
you fucking with X and you stuck in shit

x 2]
Bloodline, we to blow (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't

Stan]
Yo Grease I this beat, no disrespect
I got some shit I need to get off my chest
around and I see the rap game is a mess
So many chromes, now getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the game gonna shit
Sounding the same, and it's a ma shame
While think they flow so sick, getting excited
Yeah got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me back into character
Be got so hot, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Stop my flow, want to go pro, you know
Check the history, started the are's
Now I'm with the line, four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna position me to get in the
But since the door don't wide enough, we rippin it off

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't

Dog, gonna be Dog, how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put your down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't built for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It ain't it)
Tah, yeah you right, soon as your man make it at night
I'll be there, (then what??)
stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

[Big
None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the
I to get down if you came to get down
the pound up, niggaz want to what with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I
That thang, catch me I'm up in the truck with that thang
Dog get the word, it's a that I bang
And me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang

x 2]
Bloodline, we to blow (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't

Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don't know the fuck this shit is!