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 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)
E'rything me (what!)

Rolling, swollen
Riding in it like stolen
Weeded, conceded
If it ain't about money, nigga I need it
Got a hundred grand in my
Spend a 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 this year on the low low
And I'm still pre-rolls
Krissed out, 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 hundred joints to the face 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)
E'rything me (what!)

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

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)
about me, E'rything about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything 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 fast going top speed
Make a mess in that and then she mop clean
I racks and she drops jeans
Smoke as I lean, top dropping
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 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, don't let a damn thing pass, 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, E'rything me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (what!)