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

Rolling, pockets
Riding in it like stolen
Weeded, conceded
If it ain't about money, I don't need it
Got a hundred in my ashtray
Spend a 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 Problem? my bro bro
Came in the backdoor
Ten mill this on the low low
And I'm still smoking
out, dumb fucking with the clicquot
And my bank of zeros
Young Wiz will get fly like a

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

cuz', with them hoe's like a doughnut
Sold weed then ye's 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 bros in
But fo' we'll let y'all hoes in
'Cause when we money out they be lovin' it
her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?)
Just eight, I got eight
Super high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's eight
a pussy and fuck rhyming
We gon' live forever, dying
Get it 'til I drop, tryin'
Pedal to the metal, we
In the fast lane, Diamond!

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

E'rything me
Young wild nigga, full of gold teeth
bape.com like a swap meet
Going on a bitch until she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella whip going top speed
Make a 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 some 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
a champagne glass
So money that 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 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 about me, about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (what!)