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, good on this coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, it's to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild 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 stuck in
Bout to flame broil his and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and violent whips
Stay fly, and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, more fish
I heard it in slurs, them is blessed
While we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for
I show off and let my money get
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you know we get
~Raekwon (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,
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 taking you places you never been
Deadlier than the combination of coke and
I see the weakness in most of you that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing 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 an ultraviolet light or a halogen
As if I was busy deciphering dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, Solomon
Hah, just for the record, what we do is
While I captivate the masses and the moments 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, is so historic
[Repeat

King of kings spit blood, all on my
Wash a nigga face with the mack, smoke 'em like
Yeah my dynasty's for real, we hunt E, catch the rat
Blow his waist, in the stream
You know we with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, 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
Keep a nine on you, blow off in
And I surely feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters can eat and then preach
And it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money is mean, what?
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