Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it a coat
I'm starin through the scope, one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unless moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag with tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead
And barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin at them
They claim gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the begin
bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak English, catch 'em at the foreign exchange
New leather in the Range
you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we the same, bang

I'm bout my money and bout my (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, pitchin (bang!)
And we all get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it I hear 'em say

It's to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out with
It ain't confidential, all the shit I through
Now I'm gettin money and a is essential
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A tooth for a and a eye for a eye

Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money chicks
Dummies in the clip, on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and
Your pinky and wrist, and necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is hardball
Leavin him like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

I'm my money and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, pitchin (bang!)
And we all get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's (yeah! what?)
get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

Who wanna why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker your actions
the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire matches {whew} then blow out
And the flyest crews goin the
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my
Doin shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, behavior
Money over bitches, bitches over
Guns bangers but bangers do
For niggaz had enough and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, flex and get
And spin they like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

I'm my money and bout my business (bang!)
out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my money and bout my (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my money and my business