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 to blow (WHAT!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just know

I'm just gonna stick to the 'cause you know how that shit go
Quick to the dog, kitten don't let go
Get that shit yo, wrong or me
Dog for life and its on
niggaz make money, money, money
My Niggaz money, money, money
Bloodline, get 'cause I love mine
I can put my life on the line at one time
Cats don't know nothing, but show
I'm a pump pump it up Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang head with the walk man
Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna man
Sometimes niggaz is worse the bitches
So I'm a holla at you, but with 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!)
Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, niggaz just don't know

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got some I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap game is a
So many chromes, now they me vexed
Upset and insane in how the game change shit
the same, and it's 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 character
Be got so hot, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never my flow, want to go pro, you know
Check the history, with the are's
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 bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just know

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 man make it dead at night
be there, aight?? (then what??)
Everything stops, money on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

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

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

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