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

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

[Big
Yo Grease I this beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I need to get off my
Look around and I see the rap game is a
So many chromes, now they me vexed
and insane in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and it's a ma shame
While lames think they flow so sick, getting
Yeah got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall back character
Be got so hot, never 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 running with the line, time, no mystery
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 bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we bout to (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't

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

[Big
stop shots ringing out, cowards 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, catch me while I'm up in the truck with thang
Dog get the word, it's a must I bang
And trust me, I'm 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 just don't know

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