Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and 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
shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
laugh now but die later when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm

of your favorite rappers 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 bang dangerous, my gun gang
My don't speak English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani leather in the
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 to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, hustlers (bang!)
And we all get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my money and my business (yeah!)
Whatta, my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

It's back to business, stackin
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I out with pistols
It confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm money 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 befo' pleasure, money over
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, with my beautiful
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and
Your and wrist, and your necklace
Get nigga, my wolves 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 my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I 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 spun
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
Cause the clip to the max slips in
I catch fire like matches {whew} blow out
And the flyest goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, 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, same
over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' but bangers do
For that 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 my business (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, my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

I'm my money and bout my business