Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
[Intro: ~Busta (Raekwon)~]
Aiyo, Shallah, what up? (Yeah, you how we do it)
(Turn me up, kid, get it popping)
Crazy, let's go get 'em (Yo Dre, good looking on this coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking animals on jackets are sickening
Hear me? here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to flame his coke and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, it
Sit back, it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying fish
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is
While we to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my get stretched
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few with medals on, you know we get test
~Raekwon (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,
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,
Rhymes:]
Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you never
Deadlier than the of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be your lower obdomen
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, hateful niggas, chicks be
And if you look funny to me, and a problem then
I put you under an light or a halogen
As if I was deciphering counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, Solomon
Hah, just for the record, what we do is
While I captivate the and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
Most you niggas still in disbelief, just into fruition now
Pop the cork up off bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, is so historic
Chorus:]

King of kings spit blood, all on my
Wash a nigga face with the mack, 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my brolic for real, we hunt E, catch the rat
his waist, float in the stream
You know we all-pro it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, gangstas and
Step in the shit, we all
take the hammer 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, off in public
And I will feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest to get, and haters they can eat and then preach
And it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money is mean, what?
[Repeat