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

I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how that go
Quick to the flip dog, don't let go
Get that shit yo, wrong or me
Dog for life and its on
niggaz make money, money, money
My take money, money, money
Bloodline, get down 'cause I mine
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
Dark Man, bang your with the walk man
Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna man
Sometimes is worse than the bitches
So I'm a holla at you, but first the stitches
Cats know who you fucking with
you fucking with X and you stuck in shit

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

[Big
Yo Grease I need 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 chromes, now they getting me vexed
Upset and insane in how the game change shit
the same, and it's a ma fucking shame
While lames think they flow so sick, getting
Yeah got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me back into character
Be got so hot, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Stop my flow, want to go pro, you know
Check the history, started with the
Now I'm running the line, four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna position me to get in the
But since the door don't wide enough, we rippin it off

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

Dog, gonna be Dog, how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put shit down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this
(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 stop ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you to get down
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 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 to blow (WHAT!)
Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just know

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