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

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

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

Stan]
Yo Grease I need beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I need to get off my
Look around and I see the rap is a mess
So many chromes, now getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the game gonna change
the same, and it's a ma fucking shame
While lames think they flow so sick, getting
Yeah they got a flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall back character
Be got so hot, never been an
Ask the locals, Boy its
Stop 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, tryna me to get in the door
But since the door don't open enough, we rippin it off

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we bout to (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 even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It ain't it)
Tah, yeah you right, soon as your man make it at night
I'll be there, (then what??)
Everything stops, money on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

Stan]
None shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you came to get
Blow the pound up, niggaz want to 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, a must that I bang
And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n

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

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