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

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

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

[Big
Yo Grease I this beat, no disrespect
I just got shit I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap game is a
So many chromes, now they getting me
Upset and insane in how the game change shit
Sounding the same, and a ma fucking shame
While lames they flow so sick, getting excited
they got a sick 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 my flow, want to go pro, you know
Check the history, started 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 open enough, we rippin it off

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

Dog, gonna be Dog, that's how I get
Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't even for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It worth it)
Tah, you right, soon as your 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 ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you came to get
Blow the pound up, niggaz to what with us
and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust
That thang, catch me I'm up in the truck with that thang
Dog get the word, it's a must that I
And me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz just know

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