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 but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head
Ain't shit to discuss, it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm

Some of your rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang
My hoes don't 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 route to (bang!)
I we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

It's back to business, stackin
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is
bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a and a eye for a eye

Nigga you know it's, befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful
Like Jada Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my is playin hardball
Leavin him like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

I'm my money and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my en route to riches (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, 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

Who wanna why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker your actions
the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like {whew} then blow out
And the crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my on
No tags, I just it off the showroom floor
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this for ten years, niggaz I'm major
and all that, same behavior
Money over bitches, bitches strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no
That 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, pitchin (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!)
money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my and bout my business