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 it like a coat
I'm through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, him and watch his head bust
shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, Jag with funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the dump
And double barrel like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm things 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 speak English, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani in the Range
When you see my gang, in your chain
We stuck in the game, we the same, bang

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

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

Nigga you it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip through 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 and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my is playin hardball
Leavin him like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

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 gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my money and bout my (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 so many rappers?
Drama, the INC red rum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker your actions
Cause the clip to the max in bananas
I catch like matches {whew} then blow out
And the crews 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
this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, same
Money over bitches, bitches over
Guns bangers but bangers do
For that had enough and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, flex and get
And spin they like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

I'm my money and bout 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 my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who is ridiculous (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