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 through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his bust
shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later the lead dump
And double barrel like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

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

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en to riches (bang!)
I we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my 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 I hear 'em say

back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the I been through
Now I'm gettin and a mill' is essential
bang, nigga, 'til 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, then I split, with my beautiful
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that I leave stinkin and stiff
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay brawl

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

Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many
Drama, the INC red rum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
Cause the clip to the max in bananas
I catch fire like matches 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 drove it off the showroom
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, behavior
Money over bitches, bitches over
befo' bangers but bangers do
For that had enough and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, flex and get
And spin head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm my money and bout my business