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!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we bout to (WHAT!)
Man, niggaz just don't know

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

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got shit I need to get off my chest
around and I see the rap game is a mess
So many chromes, now they me vexed
and insane in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and a ma fucking shame
While think they flow so sick, getting excited
they got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall back into
Be got so hot, never been an
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never my flow, want to go pro, you know
the history, started with the are's
Now I'm running the line, four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna me to get in the door
But since the door don't open enough, we rippin it off

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

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

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

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (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 what the fuck this is!