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 through the scope, with one eye open and one
Zero in on the target, him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's
Or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny
Homey now but die later when the lead dump
And double slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

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

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

It's to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Black Continental, mac the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out pistols
It confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a is essential
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A tooth for a and a eye for a eye

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

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 bout my (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my 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 know why I got so much beef so many rappers?
Drama, the INC red rum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker your actions
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 in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, same
over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For niggaz had enough and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, and get sprayed
And spin they head yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm my money and bout my business