Luyện nghe bài hát We Be About

[Verse One: One]
You can't handle what I'm
I'm smoked out in
two fans, I'm all about my fam
Who's the boss? I used to Sam
My slang is mostly
Shoelace to my sweat pants
They sag to have my balls
Rock chants carry ya weak
Eat of ravioli
Ghetto flyin on pan am
I'm too busy being a man to sucking on any
(Ayo, I a land!)
Not me, I'm walking rough lands
that you in your jams
I observed with sharper image
Slamdance it a chance type talk
across the face
Human thesaurus, DNA, too many strands!
I dare you to try to cram this whole walkin on hot sand
Covered in with no hands
Swallow soul and shitted burnt spam (damn!)
pretty 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 hold rank doing thang! (thang!)

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

[Verse Two: Swel
I'm about lights, cameras,
Status, mackin, Paris,
Waxin oooh, the hood what's up, representin, who Brooklyn
Yeah that's me keep movin, stay boaring
I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of
and roll up to some freak chicks and start
and rollin with my to the flicks without paying
A hook up is a up
Dressin dip, that's my
And going to the clubs to do the blookup
from to dawn
then sleep till in the afternoon
And get ready for
The time's the summer time,
that's cruisin
by the end I
Went to every park
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, wearin
I was built to go through the shit
head on like bikes
I'm about bookin tours and showin up
I'm about givin my seed the things I have
I was growin up
I'm about 5'9" with a
stand the test of any timeline
out the fan base in to shine
I'm about Puertorican who make progress
with a mind of a professor and body of a goddess
I'm Krs, Miles Davis, Pearl Jam, and Rakim,
Campos, mayor Guilli.. nah not him!
I'm doing away with trash
I'm two seconds away
from puttin my foot dead in a execs ass
I'm about platinum plaques for acts
Shit, spit on anything from Rocafella to Battle Axe
I'm tellin you what it's about
before about to happen
So be about ya biz 'fore title 'bout starts to slappin

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