Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout It

I know it's a while since you heard it like this
The boy miss, Rolex on the wrist
Bezel on brisk, 'bout time the returned, we still exist
Now you weirdos to when you wasn't risk
Tight for boys wasn't popular
Unless you was in the boy's, man, it, bruh
Too much fashion rats sayin' and that
No in facts, everybody's in the trap
But they ain't never no drugs, for really though
'Cause they was dead broke in they first
YouTube don't lie, sort it numbers
I gettin' money for the past eight summers
a Benz all cash, ho picked up a Hummer
And to think, we wasn't even
It's not a word, now you how I feel when these absurd
Rappers talk about things that occurred
it, the nerve, you ain't never brandished a bird
Or guns on your enemies and gave them they deserve
Let a nigga try me, die, B
Ain't nothin' sweet, I be on it like
shots, gave in, was givin' props
Sometimes I had to them in the form of blocks
Properly, buy and like Monopoly
No top hat, top and she toppin' me
She a vixen, all-star attender
like my birthday, that's in November
23, I'm a Sage, I'm a
Whole lot of horsepower, on the curb
Hoes want to out a coupe wit' a bird
Cold like the Porsche power, meetin' word
I do this, might change my to Brutus
Cut the beef, now the money flow fluid

Bunch of Louis luggage, still your boy trip
Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all
get the lip and get a whole entire clip
Don't nothin' and it won't be no shit
I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm it, I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it, and I have no limit I give it like, 'Uhh'

We made it, yeah, motherfuckers, we it
I can't believe this
A on the wrist, two hundred on the neck
Yo, five on the whip, three milli up in
I been flippin' since Nas was called Esco
(All on me) like a nigga on Death Row
How to ring shots at niggas, the Bronx
Draped in the bias, popped the seeds from
Joe a don, shit is realer than you think
Still ain't seen a dive in a pool in a mink
Fuck you done to that shit? ain't really chinchilla
This is Joey shit, ain't a nigga been realer?
And I'm it, 'bout it everyday, three burners
Dare the powder, or you gon' see murder
Ever had a bitch bustin' off givin' head?
up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed
Niggas rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the
You that important, (shit, I still got his beeper number)
Medellin cartel, never leave a
Everythin' must go you're goin' out of business
Trips to Dubai, on the first class
Showers in the sky, on my first pack
Far as projects, to get it all off
You can get it hard white, or you can get it all soft, cold

Bunch of Louis luggage, still boy never trip
Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come all dipped
Oppies get the lip and get a whole entire
Don't start and it won't be no shit
I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it
I'm 'bout it, and I no limit when I give it like, 'Uhh'