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 but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye and one shut
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 laugh now but die when the lead dump
And double slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

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

I'm bout my 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 who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga 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 out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been
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, money over
in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin
Leavin him like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

I'm bout my money and bout my (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 money and my business (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 with so rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum spun
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
Cause the clip to the max slips in
I catch like matches {whew} then blow out
And the flyest crews goin the
Pull up to the hottest in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom
Straight cash, my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, same
Money over bitches, bitches over
Guns befo' but bangers do
For niggaz had enough and ain't got no clue
they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And they head like 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 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 insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my money and my business