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

I'm just gonna stick to the '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 and its on tonight
Why'all niggaz make money, money,
My take money, money, money
Bloodline, get down 'cause I mine
I can put my life on the line at one time
don't know nothing, but show frontin
I'm a pump it up like Joe Budden
Dark Man, bang your with the walk man
holla at shorty, you still tryna talk man
Sometimes niggaz is worse the bitches
So I'm a at you, but first with the stitches
Cats don't know who you fucking
'til you fucking X and you stuck in shit

x 2]
Bloodline, we bout to (WHAT!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (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 getting me vexed
Upset and in how the game gonna change shit
Sounding the same, and a ma fucking shame
While lames think they so sick, getting excited
Yeah got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hoe Virus"
BUT, let me back into character
Be got so hot, never been an
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never my flow, want to go pro, you know
the history, started with the are's
Now I'm with the line, four time, no mystery
Dog, position 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!)
Ruff Ryders, we bout to (WHAT!)
Vacant Lot, we to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz don't know

Dog, gonna be Dog, how I get down
Step up, nigga, sit down, put shit down (AIGHT!!!)
Clowns ain't even for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga
(DOG, It worth it)
Tah, yeah you right, soon as your man make it at night
I'll be there, (then what??)
stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!

[Big
None shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get down if you to get down
Blow the pound up, niggaz 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 with that thang
Dog get the word, a must that I bang
And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n

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

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