Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
~Busta Rhymes (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, back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking 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 and get busy
What? Politics, pop collars and violent whips
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling it's nothing, unless his buttons get
We don't stress nothing, we get dressed
out, moving 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
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves medals on, you know we get test
~Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash
(Hah, slow it down, niggas'll smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, pass through,
(Hah, half gorilla, half ape in 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 lethal presentation taking you you never been
than the combination of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in most of you that be hollering
So I it down, so these words be piercing your lower obdomen
I meant 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 there's a then
I put you under an ultraviolet light or a
As if I was busy deciphering dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of figure, King Solomon
Hah, for the record, what we do is essential
While I captivate the and keep the moments eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
you niggas still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the up off this bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so
[Repeat

King of kings blood, all on my apron
Wash a 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, in the stream
You know we all-pro with it, 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 from you, know I'm the animal
a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get and dress rugged, these are the times
a nine on you, blow off in public
And I will feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters can eat and then preach
And while it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean,
[Repeat