Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

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

Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give to them
I aim the stainless, let the begin
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 in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
out my niggaz en route 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, bout my who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I 'em say

It's back to business, riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I black out with
It ain't confidential, all the I been 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 know it's, befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the
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
Your and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my is playin hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Bay yard brawl

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my en route to riches (bang!)
I we different, hustlers pitchin (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?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

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

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

I'm bout my and bout my business