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)
Ruff Yeah!! (come on)
Def Jam Yeah!! (come on)
Ryders Yeah!! (come on)

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

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

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I to get off my chest
around and I see the rap game is a mess
So many chromes, now they getting me
Upset and insane in how the game gonna change
Sounding the same, and it's a ma shame
lames think they flow so sick, getting excited
Yeah they got a sick flow, its the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me back into character
Be got so hot, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, 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 don't open wide enough, we rippin it off

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

Dog, gonna be Dog, how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put shit down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns even 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
be there, aight?? (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 want to with us
and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust
That thang, me while I'm up in the truck with that thang
Dog get the word, a must that I bang
And trust me, I'm do my motherfuck'n thang

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

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