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, with one eye open and one
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unless moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead
And double barrel slugs Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin at them
They claim they gangster, mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the begin
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 in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

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

It's back to business, stackin
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I out with 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 pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and
Your pinky and wrist, and your
Get removed nigga, my wolves is hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay brawl

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

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

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

I'm bout my and bout my business