Luyện nghe bài hát Know About Me

Jay Z]
We gotta sell bitches the dream, my nigga
like Walt Disney around this bitch

[Verse 1:
You're in the presence of the
Can't fathom I'm at, baby, pop another pill
In a whole reel
If you want to a movie let me know
It's a another film
I suggest you get dress for the Golden Globes
you know about Tim
Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM
On the sunset
Trying to get high at the sunset, don't trip
lights, Miami nights
I'm on a motherfucking
Just go and buy a Benz
Or a car for your friends
Oh yeah, we playing with M's

Timbaland]
Ridin' down Collins my entourage following
Just left headed to the Go-Go
Lap for the girls
Let her put her on the curves
You about that life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you like skrrt to the crib
What you about the kid
What you know bout me, you know bout me
you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a thing, not a muthafuckin thing
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin

[Verse 2:
I just got back home, 40 on vacation
No one killing the game, is all for the taking
What the did I stutter? am I being mistaken?
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the
Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a
do it the best, I'm DJ Khaled for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got timin'
If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to 'em
Got things on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds
If this was 10 years ago nigga would've went
I been singing and rapping I a killin' in both
If I had to choose a man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, team look like the
I take this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my creator
I'm coming b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you
I'm 'bout to put bitch on her back and get back to you later
Man, up

[Hook:
Ridin' down Collins my entourage following
Just left SoHo headed to the
Lap dance for the
Let her put her on the curves
You ain't about that life, you
Ah, baby, you scurred like to the crib
you know about the kid
What you know bout me, what you bout me
What you bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin
Not a thing, not a muthafuckin thing

[Outro: Fauntleroy]
straight from work to the plane, ain't no baggage claim
Don't need to change your clothes, girl, or your last
Motherfuckers to act like I'm [?]
If you want to be a star, girl you a co-star
Got some we can call up, babe
Now want to know who you are and how you got there
Girl, I can try to care, oh, get you out of
You and all gold on me
On a going home, not as you want
you motherfuckers know about me?