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

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

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got some 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 in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and a ma fucking shame
While think they flow so sick, getting excited
Yeah they got a sick flow, its the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me fall back character
Be got so hot, never been an
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, want to go pro, you
the history, started with the are's
Now I'm running with the line, time, no mystery
Dog, position me to get in the door
But the door don't open wide enough, we rippin it off

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

Dog, gonna be Dog, how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put shit down (AIGHT!!!)
ain't even built 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
I'll be there, (then what??)
stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

[Big
None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the
I to get down if you came to get down
Blow the pound up, want to what with us
Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I
That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that
Dog get the word, it's a must that I
And me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang

x 2]
Bloodline, we to blow (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (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!