Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Me

What!
Yea
Worried bout a Not me
Turned to the max, no
Smoked a hundred joints to the give a fuck what a bitch nigga say

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

Rolling, pockets
Riding in it it's stolen
Weeded, hella
If it ain't about money, nigga I don't it
Got a hundred grand in my
a hundred K on a bad day
And I'm up like a cholo nigga act crazy, my dogs go loco
got me moving slow mo
What my Problem? That's my bro bro
Came in the backdoor
Ten this year on the low low
And I'm still smoking
Krissed out, dumb fucking the clicquot
And my bank of zeros
Young Wiz will get fly a hero

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

Problem cuz', with hoe's like a doughnut
Sold more then ye's ever smoked up
Dick make her up, like a real no rock
But I'm like a mill, off a pill door locked we ain't lettin' all no more bros in
But fo' we'll let y'all hoes in
'Cause when we pullin' money out they be it
Give her 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?)
eight, I got eight more
Super duper high, eighty-eighth
this, that's eight more
Fuck a pussy and fuck
We live forever, fuck dying
Get it 'til I drop, fuck
Pedal to the metal, we
In the fast lane, Diamond!

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

about me
Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold
bape.com like a swap meet
Going crazy on a bitch until she
I'm in a fast whip going top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop
I drop racks and she drops
green as I lean, top dropping
Nigga I am all about a falling out a truck
with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they 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 ain't a damn thing sad
Do my thing in my campaign add
Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass, nigga

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