Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

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

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

I'm my money and bout my business (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 money and my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's (yeah! what?)
get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

It's back to business, stackin
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 ain't confidential, all the shit I through
Now I'm money and a mill' is essential
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A for a tooth and a eye for a eye

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

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 get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my money and bout my (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

Who know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, the INC red rum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like {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 just it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, my paper, I'm on my gangster
this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, behavior
over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns bangers but bangers do
For that had enough and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, flex and get
And spin they head 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 my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

I'm my money and bout my business