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)
Ruff Yeah!! (come on)

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (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, don't let go
Get that shit yo, or right me
Dog for life and its on
Why'all niggaz money, money, money
My take money, money, money
Bloodline, get 'cause I love mine
I can put my life on the line at least one
Cats don't nothing, but show frontin
I'm a pump it up like Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang your head with the man
Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna man
Sometimes niggaz is worse the bitches
So I'm a holla at you, but first with the
don't know who you fucking with
'til you with X and you stuck in shit

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

[Big
Yo Grease I this beat, no disrespect
I got some shit I need to get off my chest
Look and I see the rap game is a mess
So many chromes, now they getting me
Upset and in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and it's a ma fucking
While lames think they so sick, getting excited
Yeah they got a flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall back into
Be got so hot, never an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, to go pro, you know
Check the history, with the are's
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 bout to (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we bout to (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just don't

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

[Big
None stop shots out, cowards hit the ground
I to get down if you came to get down
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 thang
Dog get the word, it's a that I bang
And trust me, I'm do my motherfuck'n thang

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

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