Luyện nghe bài hát Bout That

I put them Os in the
But ye ain't 'bout that
Talk a whole of white today
But ye ain't 'bout that
Got a Muller on my wrist today
But ye ain't that there
You me fuck your bitch today
'Cause ye bout that there

Ye 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't that there
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there

Star let the hammer go, I ain't talkin' 'bout
For any gotta bitch you owe me an apology
Only talkin' bout that trappin' shit, I up the door for that
I coulda stopped at 101, tell me who comin' close to that
But you know how the goes how I cut the tape make a wish
Call clientele, say I'm 'bout to make your favorite dish
My wrists can't keep my arms close, I'm talkin' Arnold Schwarzenegger
Dropped the mixtapes, changed the
Whoever thought it'd be a nigga?
Jumped off the porch but I landed on my
real in the field, went and bought a set of cleats
See it in the air nigga, the crib like Disneyland
Eight shots since I started, guess I've been a man

I put them Os in the
But ye ain't 'bout that
Talk a brick of white today
But ye ain't 'bout there
Got a that Muller on my today
But ye ain't 'bout there
You made me fuck your today
'Cause ye bout that there

Ye 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there

Jumped off the at eleven, bitch I been bout it
I'm gang gang I been
Go Bin on anybody
Talkin' all that shit and we gon' have to to you in private
What block you in, we gon' spin it
Leave dead bodies, fuck zombies

And you ain't bout life, not the combat life
Take the cops and don't stop at lights
Oh god I want it all, night
On the like flies
And I ball like
You on the like Spike

Red
All bout this bangin'
We breakin' cocaine and shit
You better not be explainin'
She say she 'bout freaky shit
She love me if I hand her
We slow and thinkin' quick
You ain't about that gangsta shit,

I put Os in the microwave
But ye 'bout that there
a whole brick of white today
But ye 'bout that there
Got a that Muller on my today
But ye 'bout that there
You made me fuck your bitch
'Cause ye ain't bout there

Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there

Bitch I'm still winnin', yeah it's like I got trick dice
That pussy so and so I don't hit bitch twice
You heard what's-her-name?
Ran off on the plug,
him and they opened up his top like a muglite
Posted in the spot, look a zebra with these damn stripes
Hopped out the Porsche like The Source
I still get them five mics
Find a better
If you let a nigga the nigga
Yeah, I the shit they talking
It ain't a nigga slippin'
Nigga I can make a hustle and I can make it
On the gram with a pic, now that's a caption
Now you know about that 36
I can it double, hoe
They hit you you ballin'
They don't see you when you tho

I put Os in the microwave
But ye ain't 'bout that
Talk a brick of white today
But ye ain't 'bout that
Got a that on my wrist today
But ye 'bout that there
You me fuck your bitch today
'Cause ye ain't bout that

Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye 'bout that there
Ye ain't 'bout that, ye ain't 'bout that
Ye ain't that, ye ain't 'bout that there