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 bout to (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass just don't know

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

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got shit I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap is a mess
So chromes, now they getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the game change shit
Sounding the same, and a ma fucking 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, never been an
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, to go pro, you know
Check the history, started with the
Now I'm running with the line, four time, no
Dog, position me to get in the door
But since the don't open wide enough, we rippin it off

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

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

[Big
None stop shots ringing out, hit the ground
I came to get down if you to get down
Blow the pound up, niggaz to what with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I
That thang, me while 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!)
Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we bout to (WHAT!)
Man, niggaz just don't know

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