Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
~Busta 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
wild animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to to Cali, we flipped this
day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in
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, unless his buttons get
We stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves with on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, who, Cash Rule
(Hah, better slow it down, smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, through, rascals
(Hah, half gorilla, ape in them track suits, black, come 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,
[Busta
Here comes the, a lethal presentation you places you never been
Deadlier than the combination of and heroin
I see the weakness in most of you niggas be hollering
So I toned it down, so words be piercing your lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, keep on and following
I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem
I put you under an light or a halogen
As if I was deciphering counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like kind of Biblical figure, King Solomon
Hah, just for the record, what we do is
While I the masses and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Rae, see the vision?
Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came fruition now
Pop the up off this bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so
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 E, catch the rat
his waist, float in the stream
You know we all-pro with it, 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 hammer from you, know I'm the
Rock a fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get money and rugged, these are the times
Keep a on you, blow off in public
And I will surely feed my niggas the
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters 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