Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Busta
[Intro: 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 looking on coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, it's to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his is crispy
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 violent
Stay fly, and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We stress nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, professional, frying more fish
I heard it in slurs, them is blessed
we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves with on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Cash
(Hah, better slow it down, niggas'll 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 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 these be piercing your lower obdomen
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm ditecting a German, niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a problem
I put you under an light or a halogen
As if I was busy deciphering dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of Biblical figure, King
Hah, for the record, what we do is essential
While I captivate the masses and keep the moments
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
Most you niggas still in disbelief, came into fruition now
Pop the up off this bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, is so historic
[Repeat

King of kings blood, all on my apron
Wash a nigga face the mack, smoke 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we 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, as listeners, gangstas and visitors
Step in the shit, we all
Might take the hammer you, know I'm the animal
Rock a spur fur hat, no in sandals, boo
Everyday get and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, blow off in
And I will feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and then
And it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my makers is mean, what?
Chorus:]