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, back to business, making them diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild on jackets are sickening
Hear me? From here to Rockaway to Cali, we this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to flame broil his coke and get
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 get pressed
We don't nothing, we only get dressed
Stretched out, moving professional, frying fish
I heard it in slurs, niggas is blessed
we ball to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my money get
it to a new level, new bezzle, few rebels
Few wolves with medals on, you we get test
~Raekwon (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, 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
Rhymes:]
Here comes the, a presentation taking you places you never been
than the combination of coke and heroin
I see the weakness in of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be piercing lower obdomen
What I to say abdomen, keep on listening and following
While I'm a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a then
I put you under an light or a halogen
As if I was busy counterfeit dollars and
in like some kind of Biblical figure, King 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, came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off this and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so
[Repeat

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, in the stream
You know we all-pro with it, anti
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
Rock a spur fur hat, no in sandals, boo
Everyday get money and rugged, these are the times
Keep a on you, blow off in public
And I will surely 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