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 bout to (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 that go
Quick to the dog, kitten don't let go
Get that shit yo, wrong or me
Dog for and its on tonight
Why'all niggaz make money, money,
My Niggaz money, money, money
Bloodline, get down 'cause I mine
I can put my life on the line at one time
Cats know nothing, but show frontin
I'm a pump pump it up Joe Budden
Man, bang your head 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 with the stitches
Cats know who you fucking with
'til you fucking X and you stuck in shit

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I need to get off my
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 lames think they flow so sick, excited
Yeah they got a sick flow, its 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, want to go pro, you
Check the history, with the are's
Now I'm with the line, four time, no mystery
Dog, tryna me to get in the door
But since the door don't wide enough, we rippin it off

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

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 to pop this nigga
(DOG, It ain't it)
Tah, yeah you right, as your man make it dead at night
be there, aight?? (then what??)
Everything stops, turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

Stan]
None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the
I came to get down if you to get down
Blow the pound up, niggaz want to with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I
thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang
Dog get the word, it's a must 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 niggaz just don't

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