Luyện nghe bài hát Know About Me

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
I just got back home, 40 on vacation
No one the game, shit is all for the taking
the fuck did I stutter? am I being mistaken?
I'm a in the makin'
Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a
Really do it the best, I'm DJ for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable
If they forgot about my worth, I got a check to 'em
Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the
If was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond
I singing and rapping I make a killin' in both
If I had to a Jackson man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, look like the Raiders
I don't 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 this bitch on her back and get back to you
Man, up

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

[Outro: Fauntleroy]
Imagine straight from to the plane, ain't no baggage claim
Don't need to change your clothes, girl, or your name
Motherfuckers want to act I'm [?]
If you want to be a star, you need 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?