Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Bout It

I know it's been a while since you heard it like
The boy can't miss, on the wrist
Bezel on brisk, 'bout the real returned, we still exist
Now you return to when you wasn't risk
Tight jeans for boys wasn't
you was in the boy's, man, stop it, bruh
Too much fashion rats sayin' this and
No clothes in facts, in the trap
But they ain't never sold no drugs, for though
'Cause they was dead broke in first video
YouTube lie, sort it like numbers
I been gettin' money for the past eight
Bought a all cash, ho picked up a Hummer
And to think, we even twenty-oner
not a word, now you know how I feel when these absurd
Rappers talk about things that occurred
Damn it, the nerve, you never brandished a bird
Or guns on your enemies and gave them they deserve
Let a try me, they die, B
Ain't sweet, I be on it like diabetes
shots, gave in, was givin' props
Sometimes I had to take them in the of blocks
Properly, buy and sell Monopoly
No top hat, top and she toppin' me
She bein' a vixen, all-star
Cake like my birthday, 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, change my name to Brutus
Cut down the beef, now the money fluid

of Louis luggage, still your boy never trip
Gettin' chips, so it's only I come through all dipped
Oppies get the lip and get a entire clip
Don't start nothin' and it be no shit
I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I'm it
I'm 'bout it, and I have no limit I give it like, 'Uhh'

We made it, yeah, motherfuckers, we it
I believe this shit
A hundred on the wrist, two hundred on the
Yo, five on the whip, three up in escrow
I flippin' bricks since Nas was called Esco
(All eyez on me) a nigga on Death Row
How to ring at niggas, the Bronx Lebanon
in the bias, popped the seeds from Lebanon
Joe a don, shit is realer than you think
Still ain't seen a nigga in a pool in a mink
Fuck you done to shit? That ain't really chinchilla
This is Joey Crack shit, ain't a been realer?
And I'm it, 'bout it everyday, three burners
Dare touch the powder, or you see murder
Ever had a bitch off from givin' head?
up in the Ritz, ten bitches in the bed
Niggas rockin' Jordans, but you ain't never meet the
You ain't 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
in the sky, reminiscenin' on my first pack
Far as projects, to get it all off
You can get it white, or you can get it all soft, it's cold

Bunch of Louis luggage, still boy never trip
Gettin' chips, so it's only right I come through all
Oppies get the lip and get a entire clip
Don't start nothin' and it 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 when I give it like, 'Uhh'