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

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to
I aim the stainless, let the begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang
My hoes speak English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani in the Range
you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

I'm bout my money and 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 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 like Reynolds
Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a 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, over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin the strip
Bet a stack, crack, no rollin to the six
Scoop up my chips, I split, with my beautiful bitch
Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin
Leavin him bloody like a Bay yard brawl

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 gon' get away, all my say
I'm my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin and nigga it's 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, it's the INC red rum backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
the clip to the max slips in bananas
I fire like matches {whew} then blow out
And the crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the floor
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm
Maybach and all that, behavior
Money over bitches, bitches strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no
That they can get slayed, and get sprayed
And spin head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

I'm my money and bout my business (bang!)
out my niggaz en route to riches (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!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my and bout my business