Luyện nghe bài hát Know About Me

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

[Verse 1:
You're in the presence of the
fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
In a whole reel
If you want to make a let me know
It's a whole another
I you get your dress for the Golden Globes
What you know Tim
Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM
On the strip
Trying to get high at the sunset, don't trip
lights, Miami 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 Collins with my following
Just SoHo headed to the Go-Go
Lap dance for the
Let her put her on the curves
You about that life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you like skrrt to the crib
What you know the kid
you know bout me, what you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you know me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin
Not a thing, not a muthafuckin thing

2: Drake]
I just got back home, 40 days on
No one killing the game, is all for the taking
the fuck 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 is a deal
Really do it the best, I'm DJ for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable
If forgot about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em
Got some on the wrist, Cartier with the diamonds
If was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond
I been singing and I make a killin' in both
If I had to choose a man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, team like the Raiders
I don't this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my creator
I'm coming on you haters
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on her and get back to you later
Man, up

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

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