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

I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how shit go
Quick to the dog, kitten don't let go
Get shit yo, wrong or right me
Dog for life and its on
Why'all make money, money, money
My Niggaz take money, money,
Bloodline, get 'cause I love 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, bang your head the walk man
Tryna at shorty, you still tryna talk man
Sometimes niggaz is worse the bitches
So I'm a at you, but first with the stitches
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!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz don't know

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got shit I need to get off my chest
Look around and I see the rap is a mess
So many chromes, now they getting me
Upset and insane in how the game change shit
the same, and it's 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, been an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never 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 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!)
Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, niggaz just don't know

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

[Big
None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the
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 must that I
And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n

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 niggaz don't know what the fuck this is!