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

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

I'm bout my and bout my business (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 and bout 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

It's to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I black out pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is
bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a and a eye for a eye

you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money 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, then I split, with my beautiful
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your
Get removed nigga, my wolves is hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard

I'm bout my money and my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en to riches (bang!)
I we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And we all get away, all my niggaz say
I'm my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
get your pay, I love 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 watch your actions
Cause the to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like {whew} then blow out
And the flyest goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my on
No tags, I just drove it off the floor
Straight cash, my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm
Maybach and all that, same
Money over bitches, over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For niggaz that had and ain't got no clue
they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm bout my and bout my business