Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his bust
Ain't shit to discuss, it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag funny tags
laugh now but die later when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to
I aim the stainless, let the games
Bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak English, '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 my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, hustlers (bang!)
And we all get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my money and bout my (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

back to business, stackin riches
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 I been through
Now I'm money and a mill' is essential
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A for a tooth and a eye for a eye

Nigga you know it's, business 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 paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and 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 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 is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

Who know 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
Cause the clip to the max slips in
I catch fire like {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 floor
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, behavior
Money over bitches, over strangers
Guns bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and got no clue
they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's,

I'm bout my money and my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en 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 mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it I hear 'em say

I'm bout my and bout my business