Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse One: One]
You handle what I'm about
I'm smoked out in
With two fans, I'm all my fam
the boss? I used to love Sam
My slang is homemade
Shoelace to hold my pants
They sag to my balls right
Rock chants carry ya stand
Eat of ravioli
Ghetto flyin on pan am
I'm too busy a man to sucking on any soundscan
(Ayo, I a land!)
Not me, I'm walking these lands
that you reciting in your
I observed with sharper image
Slamdance give it a chance type
Hailstorm across the
thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole verse on hot sand
in coal with no hands
Swallow your soul and shitted burnt (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 rank this thang! (thang!)

[Hook:
What you be about? - sunshine I try to
What you be - females and lookin proper
What you be about? - spit rhymes gotta rock yo
We be about -
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, just tryin to be
What you be about? - pourin out for those who
We be about -
We be - sex
We be about -
We be about -

[Verse Two: Swel
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 with a walkman of walking
and roll up to some freak chicks and start
and rollin my peeps 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 till 4:30 in the afternoon
And get ready for
The best time's the time,
that's cruisin
by the end I
Went to every amusement
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 Three:
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 about givin my the things I ain't have
when I was up
I'm about 5'9" a rhyme
that'll stand the of any timeline
out the fan base in to mine
I'm about Puertorican women who make
with a mind of a professor and body of a goddess
I'm about Krs, Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm about doing away with
I'm about two seconds
from puttin my dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum plaques for acts
Shit, I'll spit on anything Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm about tellin you what it's
it's about to happen
So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout starts to

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