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

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

I'm bout my money and bout my (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (bang!)
I we different, hustlers 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

It's back to business, stackin
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap Reynolds
Continental, mac outta 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 mill' is
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A for a tooth and a eye for a eye

Nigga you know it's, befo' pleasure, money over chicks
in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful
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 brawl

I'm bout my money and my business (bang!)
out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
I we different, hustlers 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 nigga insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

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

I'm bout my money and bout my