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

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

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

Stan]
Yo I need this beat, no disrespect
I just got some shit I need to get off my
around and I see the rap game is a mess
So chromes, now they getting me vexed
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 into character
Be got so hot, never an amateur
Ask the locals, Boy its
Never Stop my flow, want to go pro, you
Check the history, started with the
Now I'm running with the line, four time, no
Dog, tryna 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 to blow (WHAT!)
Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!)
Man, bitch-ass niggaz don't know

Dog, be Dog, that's 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 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
stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground
I came to get if you came to get down
Blow the pound up, niggaz want to what us
Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I
That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck that thang
Dog get the word, it's a must I bang
And trust me, I'm do my motherfuck'n thang

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

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