Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Me

What!
Yea
Worried a hater? Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck a bitch nigga say

about me ('bout me)
about me ('bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me ('bout me)
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me (what!)

Rolling, swollen
Riding in it like it's
Weeded, conceded
If it ain't about money, nigga I don't it
Got a grand in my ashtray
a hundred K on a bad day
And I'm tied up like a cholo nigga act crazy, my go loco
Kush got me slow mo
my nigga Problem? That's my bro bro
Came in the backdoor
Ten mill year on the low low
And I'm still pre-rolls
Krissed out, dumb with the clicquot
And my bank full of
Wiz will get fly like a hero

Worried bout a Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch say
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me ('bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me ('bout me)
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me (what!)

Problem cuz', with them hoe's like a
Sold more weed ye's ever smoked up
Dick make her choke up, like a no rock
But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked we lettin' all no more bros in
But fo' sho' we'll let hoes in
'Cause when we pullin' money out they be it
her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?)
Just eight, I got more
Super high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's more
a pussy and fuck rhyming
We gon' live forever, fuck
Get it 'til I drop, fuck
Pedal to the metal, we
In the lane, yellin' Diamond!

bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no
Smoked a hundred joints to the face a fuck what a bitch nigga say
E'rything me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
about me (what')

E'rything me
Young wild nigga, full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a swap
Going crazy on a until she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast whip going top
Make a mess in that and then she mop clean
I racks and she drops jeans
Smoke green as I lean, top
Nigga I am all about a buck falling out a
Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, all gon' fuck
Got her man callin' up her homies, all 'em up
figure out which his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne
So much money that a damn thing sad
Do my thing in my campaign add
Let's get to it, don't let a damn thing pass, nigga what?

Worried bout a Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a what a bitch nigga say
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (what!)