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 a fuck 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!)

Rolling, swollen
Riding in it it's stolen
Weeded, conceded
If it about money, nigga I don't need it
Got a hundred grand in my
a hundred K on a bad day
And I'm tied up like a cholo nigga act crazy, my dogs go
got me moving slow mo
What my nigga That's my bro bro
in through the backdoor
Ten mill this on the low low
And I'm smoking pre-rolls
out, dumb fucking with the clicquot
And my bank of zeros
Young Wiz get fly like a hero

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

cuz', with them hoe's like a doughnut
Sold more weed then ye's ever up
make her choke up, like a real no rock
But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door we ain't lettin' all no more bros in
But fo' sho' let y'all hoes in
'Cause we pullin' money out they be lovin' it
Give her dick 'fore I a bitch my government (what!?)
eight, I got eight more
Super duper high, floor
Unzip this, that's more
Fuck a pussy and rhyming
We gon' live forever, dying
Get it I drop, fuck tryin'
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
E'rything 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')

about me
Young nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com a swap meet
Going crazy on a bitch until she
I'm in a fast whip going top speed
a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean
I racks and she drops jeans
Smoke green as I lean, top
Nigga I am all about a buck out a truck
Prolly with some hoes I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man callin' up her homies, all 'em up
Tryna out which his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne
So much that ain't a damn thing sad
Do my damn thing in my add
Let's get straight to it, don't let a thing pass, nigga what?

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