Luyện nghe bài hát Bout My Business

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

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

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

back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a like Reynolds
Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out with
It confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is
Bang bang, nigga, the day we die
A for a tooth and a eye for a eye

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

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

Who wanna know why I got so beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC red rum backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your
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
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my
Doin this for ten years, niggaz I'm major
and all that, same behavior
Money bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no
That can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's,

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

I'm bout my money and bout my