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

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

Stan]
Yo Grease I need beat, no disrespect
I got some shit I need to get off my chest
around and I see the rap game is a mess
So many chromes, now getting me vexed
and insane in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and it's a ma shame
While lames 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, 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, position me to get in the door
But since the door don't open enough, we rippin it off

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

Dog, be Dog, that's how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit (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
be there, aight?? (then what??)
Everything stops, money on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

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

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

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