Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Me

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

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

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

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

Problem cuz', with them hoe's a doughnut
Sold more weed then ever smoked up
Dick make her choke up, like a real no
But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked we ain't lettin' all no more in
But fo' sho' let y'all hoes in
'Cause when we pullin' money out be lovin' it
Give her 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?)
Just eight, I got more
duper high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's more
Fuck a and fuck rhyming
We live forever, fuck dying
Get it 'til I drop, tryin'
to the metal, we flyin'
In the lane, yellin' Diamond!

bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no
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 me, E'rything about me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (what')

about me
Young wild nigga, mouth of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a meet
Going crazy on a until she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast going top speed
a mess in that pussy and then she mop clean
I racks and she drops jeans
green as I lean, top dropping
Nigga I am all a buck falling out a truck
Prolly with hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man up her homies, blowin' all 'em up
Tryna out which his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne
So much money ain't a damn thing sad
Do my damn in my campaign add
Let's get straight to it, 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 fuck a bitch nigga say
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything about me, about me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (what!)