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, with one eye and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the dump
And double slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give 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 Armani in the Range
When you see my gang, in your chain
We in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

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

It's back to business, riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I black out pistols
It confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin and a mill' 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 pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
Scoop up my chips, I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for paper I leave stinkin and stiff
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get nigga, my wolves is playin hardball
Leavin him like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

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

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

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

I'm bout my money and bout my