Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

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

of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to
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 chain
We in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

I'm bout my and bout 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 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

It's back to business, riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the
out of his mental, I black out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I through
Now I'm gettin and a mill' is essential
bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A for a tooth 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 the strip
Bet a stack, crack, no rollin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful
Like Jada Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is hardball
him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

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

Who wanna know why I got so much beef so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum spun
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
Cause the clip to the max in bananas
I catch fire like {whew} then blow out
And the flyest goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my on
No tags, I drove it off the showroom floor
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, I'm major
Maybach and all that, same
Money over bitches, bitches over
Guns bangers but bangers do
For niggaz had enough and ain't got no clue
That can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm bout my money and my business