Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse One: Jise
You can't what I'm about
I'm out in Amsterdam
two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I to love Sam
My slang is homemade
Shoelace to my sweat pants
sag to have my balls right
Rock carry ya weak stand
Eat of ravioli
tours flyin on pan am
I'm too busy a man to sucking on any soundscan
(Ayo, I a land!)
Not me, I'm these rough lands
that you reciting in jams
I observed with sharper image
Slamdance give it a chance talk
Hailstorm across the
Human thesaurus, DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole walkin on hot sand
Covered in coal with no
Swallow your soul and shitted spam (damn!)
pretty easy to understand
But you don't know man
Lt. his thang! (thang!)
Manhandle the to bang! (bang!)
we got swang!
Swank beneath my sink
I rank doing this thang! (thang!)

[Hook:
What you be - sunshine I try to prosper
What you be - females and lookin proper
What you be about? - rhymes that gotta rock yo
We be - math
We be - sex
We be - love
We be about -
What you be - my fam we tryin to live well
What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just tryin to be
What you be about? - pourin out for who fell
We be - math
We be - sex
We be - love
We be - life

[Verse Two: Swel
I'm lights, cameras, action
Status, mackin, Paris,
oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn what
Yeah that's me movin, never stay boaring
I rather ride a bike with a instead of walking
and roll up to some freak and start playing
and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without
A hook up is a up
Dressin dip, that's my
And going to the clubs to do the blookup
from dusk to
then sleep till 4:30 in the
And get for more
The time's the summer time,
cruisin part
by the end I
Went to every park
and I'm about tellin you to just let be
I have my fun and still get to hand in my LP
I be about...

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[Verse Q-Unique]
I'm about mics, wearin Nikes
I was to go through the rough shit
on like mountain bikes
I'm about world tours and showin up
I'm givin my seed the things I ain't have
I was growin up
I'm 5'9" with a rhyme
that'll stand the of any timeline
out the fan base in to mine
I'm Puertorican women who make progress
with a of a college professor and body of a goddess
I'm Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm about away with trash
I'm about two away
from puttin my dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum for underground acts
Shit, I'll on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm about tellin you it's about
before it's about to
So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout to slappin

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