Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
Aiight
(Yeah)
Yo, this one goes out to them boys
That's bout it, it
Master P,
We takin' from the South to the East

I represent, them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head
Get legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and
Beef in N-O I had to call No up
Baby mack gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a truck
Santana rollin' big, in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the Double-O I the C-O
ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or get seven off
Snow so only thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Hook] P]
Killa Cam, you he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he it, bout it
Freeky Z, you he bout it, bout it
Santana, boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, it
Diplomats, you they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, boys real
You them boys, they don't play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Dew
Front on little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but need more
to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton and Roxy Robins
and rocks we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him tray a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a Sean hit the block
Dogg he that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' Foster and Taft
Flossin' cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the AK'll ya
One daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in the liquor store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 up out the glock I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know rowdy, rowdy
P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get paper whoadie even on
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know bout it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy,
Phoenix it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim Jones & P]
bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You know rowdy, rowdy)
bounce bounce fool