Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Me

What!
Yea
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)
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me (what!)

Rolling, swollen
Riding in it like stolen
Weeded, conceded
If it ain't money, nigga I don't need it
Got a hundred in my ashtray
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
in through the backdoor
Ten mill year on the low low
And I'm still pre-rolls
Krissed out, fucking with the clicquot
And my bank 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
about 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 like a
Sold weed then ye's ever smoked up
Dick her choke up, like a real no rock
But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked we ain't lettin' all no more in
But fo' we'll let y'all hoes in
'Cause when we pullin' money out they be it
Give her dick I give a bitch my government (what!?)
eight, I got eight more
Super duper high, floor
Unzip this, eight more
a pussy and fuck rhyming
We live forever, fuck dying
Get it 'til I drop, fuck
to the metal, we flyin'
In the fast lane, Diamond!

Worried a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a bitch 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')

about me
Young nigga, mouth full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a swap
Going crazy on a bitch she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast whip top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and 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 hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon' fuck
Got her man up her homies, blowin' all 'em up
Tryna figure out his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a glass
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?

bout a hater? Not me
Turned to the max, no
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a 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)
E'rything me (what!)