Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for crack, and cookin raw coke
off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye 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, Jag with funny tags
Homey laugh now but die when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs like Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games
bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes speak English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same,

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (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 bitches who mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it I hear 'em say

It's back to business, riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I black out with
It ain't confidential, all the I been through
Now I'm money 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 befo' pleasure, money over
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the
Bet a stack, crack, no rollin to the six
up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave and stiff
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my is playin hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay brawl

I'm bout my money and my business (bang!)
out my niggaz 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 insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

Who wanna know why I got so much with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum spun
Karma, is a watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max in bananas
I catch fire matches {whew} then blow out
And the flyest goin the fastest
up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I drove it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my
Doin shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
and all that, same behavior
Money bitches, bitches over strangers
befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and got no clue
they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm bout my and bout my business