Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

[**feat. Rhymes:]
[Intro: ~Busta (Raekwon)~]
Aiyo, Shallah, up? (Yeah, you know how we do it)
(Turn me up, kid, get it popping)
Crazy, let's go get 'em killa (Yo Dre, looking on this coke, man)
(This is official)

Aiyo, it's back to business, making diskettes, pushing sixes
Rocking wild animals on jackets are
Hear me? From here to to Cali, we flipped this
day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is crispy
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae in position
Bout to flame broil his coke and get
What? Politics, pop collars and violent whips
fly, hungry and wise, you know the code, honor it
Sit back, yelling nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get
out, moving professional, frying more fish
I it in slurs, them niggas is blessed
While we to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I off and let my money get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves medals on, you know we get test
[Chorus: (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, that's who, Rule
(Hah, better slow it down, smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, pass through,
(Hah, half gorilla, half ape in track suits, black, come on)
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds,
and fifths (no licking the glass, duke, yeah)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, (yeah)
I'm here, so there, yea-yea-yea-yeah, yeah
Rhymes:]
Here comes the, a presentation taking you places you never been
than the combination of coke and heroin
I see the in most of you niggas that be hollering
So I toned it down, so these words be your lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, keep on listening and
While I'm ditecting a German, niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look funny to me, and there's a then
I put you under an ultraviolet or a halogen
As if I was busy counterfeit dollars and
Hoes in like some kind of figure, King Solomon
Hah, for the record, what we do is essential
While I captivate the masses and keep the eventful
Doc Dre, Bust, Shallah Rae, see the
Most you niggas still in disbelief, came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off this and you pour it
So euphoric, document moment, shit is so historic
[Repeat

King of kings spit blood, all on my
a nigga face with the mack, smoke 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's brolic for real, we E, catch the rat
Blow his waist, float in the
You know we all-pro with it, auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, and visitors
Step in the shit, we all
Might the hammer from you, know I'm the animal
Rock a spur fur hat, no in sandals, boo
get money and dress rugged, these are the times
Keep a on you, blow off in public
And I will surely feed my niggas the
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters can eat and then preach
And while it go down, worldwide, the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money makers is mean,
Chorus:]