Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse Jise One]
You handle what I'm about
I'm out in Amsterdam
With two fans, I'm all 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 chants carry ya weak
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 walking rough lands
you reciting in your jams
I with sharper image scans
Slamdance give it a type talk
across the face
Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole verse walkin on hot
Covered in coal no hands
Swallow soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!)
It's easy to understand
But you know this man
Lt. his thang! (thang!)
the track to bang! (bang!)
we got swang!
Swank mag' beneath my
I rank doing this thang! (thang!)

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

[Verse Two: Boogie]
I'm about lights, cameras,
Status, mackin, Paris,
Waxin oooh, the hood up, representin, who Brooklyn what
Yeah that's me keep movin, stay boaring
I rather ride a with a walkman instead of walking
and roll up to some freak chicks and start
and rollin with my peeps to the flicks paying
A hook up is a up
Dressin dip, that's my
And going to the clubs to do the blookup
from dusk to
sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon
And get ready for
The best the summer time,
that's cruisin
by the end I
to every amusement park
and I'm about you to just let Swel be
I have my fun and still get to in my next LP
I be about...

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[Verse Q-Unique]
I'm grabin mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go the rough shit
head on mountain bikes
I'm about bookin world and showin up
I'm about my seed the things I ain't have
when I was up
I'm about 5'9" a rhyme
stand the test of any timeline
out the fan base in to mine
I'm about Puertorican women who progress
with a mind of a college and body of a goddess
I'm about Krs, Miles Davis, Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm about away with trash
I'm about two away
from my foot dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum plaques for acts
Shit, I'll spit on from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm about tellin you what it's
before about to happen
So be ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to slappin

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