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

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

Worried bout a 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)
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me (what!)

Problem cuz', with them hoe's like a
Sold more weed then ye's smoked up
Dick 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 when we pullin' out they be lovin' it
Give her dick 'fore I give a bitch my (what!?)
Just eight, I got eight
Super duper high, eighty-eighth
Unzip this, eight more
Fuck a and fuck rhyming
We gon' 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 what a bitch nigga say
E'rything me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything me, E'rything about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
about me (what')

E'rything me
Young wild nigga, full of gold teeth
Treatin' bape.com like a meet
Going crazy on a bitch she knock-kneed
I'm in a hella fast whip top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop
I racks and she drops jeans
Smoke as I lean, top dropping
Nigga I am all about a falling 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 figure out his girl is, she probably toasted
Like a champagne
So much money that ain't a thing sad
Do my thing in my campaign add
Let's get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass, what?

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