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, good 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 to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to flame broil his coke and get
Politics, pop collars and drive violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his get pressed
We stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying fish
I it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, who, Cash Rule
(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,
and fifths (no licking 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 lethal presentation taking you places you never
Deadlier than the combination of coke and
I see the weakness in most of you niggas that be
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing your obdomen
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you funny to me, and there's a problem then
I put you an ultraviolet light or a halogen
As if I was deciphering counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like some of Biblical figure, King Solomon
Hah, just for the record, what we do is
While I captivate the masses and keep the eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
Most you niggas still in disbelief, just came into now
Pop the cork up off this and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so
Chorus:]

King of kings blood, all on my apron
Wash a nigga face with the mack, 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my brolic for real, we hunt E, catch the rat
Blow his waist, 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 you, know I'm the animal
Rock a spur fur hat, no in sandals, boo
get money and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, off in public
And I will surely feed my the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and preach
And while it go down, worldwide, the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean,
Chorus:]