Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
[Intro: ~Busta (Raekwon)~]
Aiyo, Shallah, up? (Yeah, you know 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 diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to broil his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive whips
Stay fly, 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, moving professional, frying more
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is
While we to the maximum, give 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 on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, who, Cash Rule
(Hah, slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, through, rascals
(Hah, gorilla, half ape in them track 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 presentation taking you places you never been
Deadlier than the combination of coke and
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, on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be
And if you look 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 kind of 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 still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off this and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, 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 for real, we hunt E, catch 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, official as listeners, and visitors
in the shit, we all prisoners
Might take the hammer you, know I'm the animal
a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a on you, blow off in public
And I will surely my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then
And while it go down, worldwide, the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money is mean, what?
Chorus:]