Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It..., Pt3

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

I represent, where them at
145th and you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You you real, well my posse 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
mack baby gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a truck
Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the Double-O I the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if me, yo
Clipse eleven or get seven off
Snow so white only missin' is seven dwarfs

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

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' an ounce or two
My crib like the Fountainblue
A too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was to do
I a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but need mouth
119th to the whorehouse, as the tour's out
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton club and Robins
Rubies and rocks we
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and problem - now
Highs get eight done, that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the one - Santana

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas
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 short on that paper get a wet
Then if you through Foster and Taft
Flossin' cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs straight 'cause the AK'll blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now on
And dope stacks, right in front the store
Hennesy, me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they it
16 shots up out the glock I about it

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