Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
[Intro: Rhymes (Raekwon)~]
Aiyo, Shallah, what up? (Yeah, you how we do it)
(Turn me up, kid, get it popping)
Crazy, let's go get 'em killa (Yo Dre, looking on this coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, sixes
Rocking animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to flame broil his and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, it
Sit back, yelling nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying more
I heard it in slurs, niggas is blessed
While we to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my get stretched
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves medals on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Rule
(Hah, slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, pass through,
(Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them track suits, black, on)
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds,
Ounces and (no licking the glass, duke, yeah)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, (yeah)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah,
Rhymes:]
Here the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never been
than the combination of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in most of you niggas be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your lower
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look to me, and there's a problem then
I put you under an ultraviolet light or a
As if I was busy deciphering dollars and
Hoes in like kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon
Hah, just for the record, we do is essential
While I captivate the and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Rae, see the vision?
Most you niggas in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off this bottle and you it
So euphoric, this moment, shit is so historic
Chorus:]

King of kings spit blood, all on my
Wash a nigga face with the mack, 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt E, the rat
Blow his waist, float in the
You know we with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, as listeners, gangstas and visitors
Step in the shit, we all
Might take the from you, know I'm the animal
a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get and dress rugged, these are the times
a nine on you, blow off in public
And I will surely my niggas the streets
Cop the things to get, and haters they can eat and then preach
And it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my makers is mean, what?
[Repeat