Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

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

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at
They claim they gangster, lettin give brains to them
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 leather in the
you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same,

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
out my niggaz en route 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 mouth is (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, riches
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 I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a is essential
bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A for a tooth and a eye for a eye

Nigga you 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 bitch
Like Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin
Leavin him bloody like a Bay yard brawl

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (bang!)
I doubt we different, hustlers (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my money and bout my (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's (yeah! what?)
get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

Who wanna know why I got so much with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum spun
Karma, is a watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max in bananas
I catch fire like matches {whew} blow out
And the crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm
Maybach and all that, behavior
Money over bitches, over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For that had enough and ain't got no clue
That can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers

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

I'm bout my money and bout my