Luyện nghe bài hát Bout Me

What!
Yea
Worried a hater? Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a nigga say

E'rything me ('bout me)
E'rything me ('bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me ('bout me)
E'rything me ('bout me)
about me (what!)

Rolling, pockets
Riding in it like stolen
Weeded, conceded
If it about money, nigga I don't need it
Got a grand in my ashtray
a hundred K on a bad day
And I'm tied up like a nigga act crazy, my dogs go loco
Kush got me moving mo
What my nigga That's my bro bro
Came in through the
Ten mill year on the low low
And I'm smoking pre-rolls
Krissed out, dumb fucking with the
And my full of zeros
Wiz will get fly like a hero

Worried a hater? Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a nigga say
about me ('bout me)
E'rything me ('bout me)
E'rything about me, about me ('bout me)
E'rything me ('bout me)
about me (what!)

Problem cuz', with them hoe's a doughnut
Sold weed then ye's ever smoked up
Dick her choke up, like a real no rock
But I'm feeling like a mill, off a pill door locked we ain't lettin' all no more in
But fo' sho' we'll let hoes in
'Cause we pullin' money out they be lovin' it
her dick 'fore I give a bitch my government (what!?)
Just eight, I got eight
duper high, eighty-eighth floor
Unzip this, that's more
a pussy and fuck rhyming
We gon' live forever, fuck
Get it 'til I drop, fuck
Pedal to the metal, we
In the lane, yellin' Diamond!

Worried a hater? Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a fuck what a nigga say
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me, E'rything about me (bout me)
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (what')

about me
Young wild nigga, mouth full of gold
Treatin' bape.com a swap meet
crazy on a bitch until she knock-kneed
I'm in a fast whip going top speed
Make a mess in that pussy and then she mop
I drop racks and she jeans
Smoke green as I lean, top
I am all about a buck falling out a truck
Prolly with some hoes that I just met and yeah, they all gon'
Got her man up her homies, blowin' all 'em up
Tryna out which his girl is, she probably toasted
a champagne glass
So much money that ain't a thing sad
Do my damn thing in my add
get straight to it, don't let a damn thing pass, nigga what?

Worried bout a Not me
to the max, no sleep
Smoked a hundred joints to the face give a what a bitch nigga say
about me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything about me, E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (bout me)
E'rything me (what!)