Luyện nghe bài hát About U

[Intro:
And I'm so for real you

1: Valee]
I up a six again
a bad, bad bitch again
Ain't no what she on
When, when we with this again
ChaseTheMoney,
Find a that's thick like this again
I you on my own
Buy designer shit like again
Hope you not tryna run up, 'cause
I won't to shoot this bitch
All dope I got, all this dope I got
It ain't as dope as you
Still as dope as you

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip that lean,
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for about you (I'm for real about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
I won't go without you (Go nowhere without you)

[Verse 2:
W-wanna up your Benjamins
But you can't get set and shit
So you caught a flat on your Benz
Dropped it off, got it fixed
Versace draws on your again
Got her on her paws like a pit
Ran off on plug, oh you did him in
Oh nah, she ain't from here, she not
(Not here at all)
All this guap I got, all guap I got
I might throw it on you
Just might it on you
Gave my son all my 10s
Savin' all his again
Taught him how to shoot a
Walked in Gucci, a nine in men's

Valee]
Hit the streets, out
Sip that lean,
Fuck bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
And I'm so for about you (So for real about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go without you)

[Verse 3:
Made my old bottom bitch my bitch again
Got her back addicted to my wisdom and this again
I got rich two times in one lifetime, finna get again
Think it's 'bout that time my palms gettin' that itch again
I can't rub it off, pink molly look like chicken
If you see me grindin' up my teeth, I'm on that again
If you see a ho walkin' with me, we friends benefits
Ain't this what you think, but you think is not my business
No, not at all, ay, ay
All this guap, all this drip, watch it on your bitch
I get paid a scholarship, just for playing
School of hard knocks, big facts, that
Pools of Wockhardt, my won't start
Sentiment, I don't really it, al I know is grind and gettin' it
I done seen so many fuckin' commas from my
I'ma keep my left hand to pad 'til it fall off
For the love of and the Benjamins, year

[Chorus:
Hit the streets, out
Sip that lean,
that bitch, lay out (Oh, oh)
And I'm so for real about you (I'm for real you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for about you)
And I'm so for about you (So for real about you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere you)

[Outro:
stack up your Benjamins
W-wanna up your Benjamins
ChaseTheMoney,