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!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz don't know

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

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

[Big
Yo Grease I this beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I need to get off my
Look and I see the rap game is a mess
So chromes, now they getting me vexed
Upset and in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and it's a ma fucking
While think they flow so sick, getting excited
they got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall into character
Be got so hot, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, want to go pro, you
Check the history, started with the
Now I'm running with the line, time, no mystery
Dog, tryna me to get in the door
But since the door don't open wide enough, we it off

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

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

[Big
stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you came to get
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 that
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 bout to (WHAT!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz don't know

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