Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw
Fresh off the boat, no but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his bust
Ain't to discuss, unless it's moneybags
Or the SK-8, drop Jag with tags
Homey laugh now but die later the lead dump
And double barrel slugs Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

Some of your favorite is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games
Bang bang dangerous, my gun famous
My hoes don't speak English, 'em at the foreign money exchange
New leather in the Range
you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We in the game, we fuckin the same, bang

I'm bout my and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (bang!)
I doubt we different, hustlers (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who is ridiculous (yeah!)
money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

It's back to business, stackin
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the
Black's out of his mental, I out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the I been through
Now I'm gettin and a mill' is essential
bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a and a eye for a eye

Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money chicks
in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no to the six
up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and
pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is hardball
him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

I'm bout my money and bout my (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (bang!)
I doubt we different, pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my money and my business (yeah!)
Whatta, my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it I hear 'em say

Who wanna why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum backwards
Karma, is a watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max slips in
I catch like matches {whew} then blow out
And the flyest goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my on
No tags, I drove it off the showroom floor
cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, I'm major
and all that, same behavior
Money over bitches, over strangers
Guns bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had and ain't got no clue
That they can get slayed, and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's,

I'm bout my money and bout my (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to (bang!)
I we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my say
I'm bout my money and bout my (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I it when I hear 'em say

I'm bout my and bout my business