Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse One: One]
You handle 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 is mostly homemade
Shoelace to my sweat pants
They sag to have my balls
chants carry ya weak stand
Eat of ravioli
Ghetto flyin 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
that you reciting in your
I observed sharper image scans
Slamdance give it a type talk
Hailstorm the face
thesaurus, rhyme DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this verse walkin on hot sand
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' my sink
I rank doing this thang! (thang!)

[Hook:
you be about? - sunshine I try to prosper
What you be - females and lookin proper
What you be - spit rhymes that gotta rock yo
We be about -
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 - pourin out for those who fell
We be - math
We be - sex
We be about -
We be - life

[Verse Two: Boogie]
I'm lights, cameras, action
Status, mackin, Paris,
Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn
Yeah that's me keep movin, never stay
I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of
and up to some freak chicks and start playing
and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without
A up is a hook up
Dressin dip, that's my
And to the clubs to do the blookup blookup
from to dawn
sleep till 4:30 in the afternoon
And get for more
The best time's the time,
that's cruisin
by the end I
to every amusement park
and I'm about tellin you to 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 about mics, wearin Nikes
I was built to go the rough shit
head on mountain bikes
I'm about bookin world tours and up
I'm about givin my the things I ain't have
I was growin 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 who make progress
with a mind of a college professor and body of a
I'm Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Albizu Campos, Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm about away with trash
I'm two seconds away
from puttin my dead in a record execs ass
I'm about platinum plaques for underground
Shit, I'll spit on from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm tellin you what it's about
before it's about to
So be about ya biz 'fore this 'bout starts to slappin

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