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 I used to love Sam
My slang is homemade
to hold my sweat pants
They sag to my balls right
chants 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 walking rough lands
you reciting in your jams
I observed sharper image scans
Slamdance give it a type talk
Hailstorm across the
Human thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole verse on hot sand
Covered in coal with no
Swallow your soul and burnt spam (damn!)
It's easy to understand
But you don't know man
Lt. his thang! (thang!)
the track to bang! (bang!)
we got swang!
Swank beneath my sink
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 about -
We be - life
What you be about? - my fam we tryin to well
What you be about? - I'm just Swel, just to be Swel
What you be about? - pourin out for those who
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 keep movin, never stay
I rather a bike with a walkman instead of walking
and roll up to some freak chicks and playing
and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without
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 for more
The time's the summer time,
that's part
by the end I
Went to every amusement
and I'm about tellin you to just let be
I my fun and still get to hand in my next LP
I be about...

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[Verse Three:
I'm about grabin mics, Nikes
I was built to go through the shit
head on like mountain
I'm about bookin world tours and up
I'm about givin my seed the I ain't have
when I was up
I'm about 5'9" with a
stand the test of any timeline
out the fan in to shine mine
I'm about Puertorican women who make
with a mind of a professor and body of a goddess
I'm Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm doing away with trash
I'm about two seconds
from my foot dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum for underground acts
Shit, I'll spit on anything Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm tellin you what it's about
before it's to happen
So be about ya biz 'fore this title 'bout to slappin

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