Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
[Intro: ~Busta (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? From here to to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
to flame broil his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive whips
fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we get dressed
out, moving professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is
While we ball to the maximum, me the floor, for real
I off and let my money get stretched
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you know we get
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash
(Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, pass through,
(Hah, half gorilla, half ape in them suits, black, come on)
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds,
Ounces and fifths (no the glass, duke, yeah)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, (yeah)
I'm here, so there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
[Busta
Here comes the, a presentation taking you places you never been
Deadlier than the combination of and heroin
I see the in most of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be your lower obdomen
I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be
And if you funny to me, and there's a problem then
I put you under an ultraviolet light or a
As if I was busy deciphering counterfeit and
Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, Solomon
Hah, just for the record, we do is essential
While I captivate the and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
Most you still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document moment, shit is so historic
Chorus:]

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