Luyện nghe bài hát About U

[Intro:
And I'm so for real you

[Verse 1:
I poured up a six
With a bad, bad bitch
Ain't no tellin' she on
When, when we done this again
ChaseTheMoney,
Find a bitch that's thick like again
I you on my own
Buy designer shit like again
Hope you not run up, 'cause then
I won't hesitate to this bitch
All this I got, all this dope I got
It ain't as dope as you
ain't as dope as you

[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 about you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real you)
And I'm so for real about you (So for real you)
I won't go nowhere you (Go nowhere without you)

[Verse 2:
stack up your Benjamins
But you can't get set and shit
So you caught a flat on your Benz
Dropped it off, got it again
Versace on your bitch again
Got her on her paws a pit again
Ran off on plug, oh you did him in
Oh nah, she ain't here, she not citizen
(Not here at all)
All this guap I got, all this I got
I just might it on you
might throw 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 lean, knockout
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 real about you (So for real you)
I won't go nowhere without you (Go nowhere you)

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

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

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