Luyện nghe bài hát About Me

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

Aiyo, it's back to business, making them diskettes, sixes
Rocking wild on jackets are sickening
Hear me? here to Rockaway to Cali, we flipped this
Broad day, Chef'll saute, his lyrics is
Now I got Dre up in the kitchen, Rae stuck in
Bout to flame broil his coke and get
What? Politics, pop collars and drive violent
Stay fly, hungry and wise, you the code, honor it
Sit back, it's nothing, unless his buttons get pressed
We don't stress nothing, we only get
Stretched out, moving professional, more fish
I heard it in slurs, them niggas is
While we to the maximum, give me the floor, for real
I show off and let my get stretched
Take it to a new level, new bezzle, few
Few wolves with medals on, you we get test
~Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)~]
Me, nigga, me, who, Cash Rule
(Hah, better it down, niggas'll smash you, homey, uh)
Me, nigga, me, through, rascals
(Hah, half gorilla, half ape in track suits, black, come on)
Me, nigga, me, capsules, birds,
Ounces and fifths (no the glass, duke, yeah)
Yeah, yea-yea-yeah, yea-yea-yeah, (yeah)
I'm here, so it's there, yea-yea-yea-yeah,
Rhymes:]
Here comes the, a lethal presentation taking you places you been
Deadlier than the combination of coke and
I see the weakness in most of you niggas be hollering
So I toned it down, so words be piercing your lower obdomen
What I meant to say abdomen, on listening and following
While I'm a German, hateful niggas, chicks be swallowing
And if you look to me, and there's a problem then
I put you under an ultraviolet light or a
As if I was busy counterfeit dollars and
in like some kind of Biblical 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 still in disbelief, just came into fruition now
Pop the cork up off bottle and you pour it
So euphoric, document this moment, shit is so
Chorus:]

King of kings blood, all on my apron
a nigga face with the mack, smoke 'em like Steak-umm's
Yeah my dynasty's for real, we hunt E, catch the rat
his waist, float in the stream
You know we with it, anti auto-tune
Boom, my fire, sit by the stove, hit it
Real niggas, official as listeners, and visitors
in the shit, we all prisoners
Might the hammer from you, know I'm the animal
a spur fur hat, no niggas in sandals, boo
Everyday get money and rugged, these are the times
Keep a nine on you, blow off in
And I will feed my niggas the streets
Cop the hottest things to get, and haters they can eat and preach
And it go down, worldwide, this the team, this the theme
Me, Dre, Rhymes, my money is mean, what?
[Repeat