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 them diskettes, pushing
Rocking wild animals on jackets are
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
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 don't stress nothing, we only get
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 off and let my money get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves with medals on, you we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash
(Hah, better it down, niggas'll smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, through, rascals
(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 it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah,
[Busta
Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never
Deadlier the combination of coke and heroin
I see the in most of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and a problem then
I put you under an ultraviolet or a halogen
As if I was deciphering counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of figure, King Solomon
Hah, for the record, what we do is essential
While I captivate the masses and keep the moments
Doc Dre, Bust, Rae, see the vision?
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, shit is so
Chorus:]

King of spit blood, all on my apron
Wash a nigga with the mack, smoke 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we hunt E, the rat
his waist, float in the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, as listeners, gangstas and visitors
in the shit, we all prisoners
Might take the hammer from you, know I'm the
a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get money and dress rugged, these are the
Keep a nine on you, off in public
And I will surely feed my niggas the
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 makers is mean,
Chorus:]