Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse One: One]
You can't what I'm about
I'm smoked out in
two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the I used to love Sam
My slang is mostly
Shoelace to hold my sweat
They sag to have my right
Rock chants carry ya weak
Eat of ravioli
Ghetto tours on pan am
I'm too being a man to sucking on any soundscan
(Ayo, I a land!)
Not me, I'm these rough lands
you reciting in your jams
I observed with sharper scans
Slamdance give it a type talk
Hailstorm the face
thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot
Covered in with no hands
Swallow your soul and shitted spam (damn!)
It's pretty to understand
But you don't know man
Lt. his thang! (thang!)
Manhandle the to bang! (bang!)
we got swang!
Swank mag' beneath my
I hold doing this thang! (thang!)

Arsonists]
What you be about? - sunshine I try to
What you be about? - and lookin proper
What you be about? - spit that gotta rock yo
We be - math
We be - sex
We be - love
We be about -
What you be about? - my fam we tryin to live
What you be about? - I'm just Swel, tryin to be Swel
What you be about? - pourin out for who fell
We be - math
We be - sex
We be about -
We be - life

[Verse Swel Boogie]
I'm about lights, cameras,
Status, mackin, Paris,
oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what
Yeah that's me keep movin, never boaring
I rather ride a bike a walkman instead of walking
and roll up to some freak and start playing
and rollin with my to the flicks without paying
A hook up is a up
Dressin dip, my lookup
And going to the clubs to do the blookup
dusk to dawn
then sleep till in the afternoon
And get ready for
The best the summer time,
that's part
by the end I
Went to every amusement
and I'm tellin you to just let Swel be
I have my fun and still get to hand in my LP
I be about...

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Three: Q-Unique]
I'm grabin mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go through the rough
head on like mountain
I'm bookin world tours and showin up
I'm about my seed the things I ain't have
I was growin up
I'm 5'9" with a rhyme
that'll stand the test of any
out the fan in to shine mine
I'm about Puertorican women who make
with a mind of a college professor and of a goddess
I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm doing away with trash
I'm about two away
from puttin my foot dead in a execs ass
I'm platinum plaques for underground acts
Shit, spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm tellin you what it's about
it's about to happen
So be about ya biz this title 'bout starts to slappin

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