Luyện nghe bài hát Know About Me

Jay Z]
We gotta sell bitches the dream, my nigga
Niggas like Walt Disney around this

1: Timbaland]
You're in the of the real
fathom where I'm at, baby, pop another pill
In a another reel
If you to make a movie let me know
It's a whole another
I suggest you get your dress for the Golden
What you about Tim
Top down, the Aventador, 4 AM
On the strip
to get high at the sunset, baby don't trip
Hollywood lights, nights
I'm on a motherfucking
might go and buy a Benz
Or a car for your friends
Oh yeah, we with them M's

Timbaland]
Ridin' down Collins my entourage following
Just left SoHo headed to the
Lap dance for the
Let her put her hands on the
You ain't about life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you like skrrt to the crib
What you know the kid
What you know bout me, you know bout me
What you know bout me, what you bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a thing
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin

[Verse 2:
I just got back home, 40 days on
No one the game, shit is all for the taking
What the fuck did I am I being mistaken?
I'm a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-star in the
Who you said was the man? What the fuck is a
Really do it the best, I'm DJ for real
Got my thumb on the pulse, got impeccable
If they about my worth, I got a check to remind 'em
Got some things on the wrist, Cartier with the
If was 10 years ago nigga would've went diamond
I singing and rapping I make a killin' in both
If I had to a Jackson man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh down to the socks, team like the Raiders
I don't take this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my
I'm b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you haters
I'm 'bout to put this bitch on her back and get back to you
Man, up

Timbaland]
Ridin' Collins with my entourage following
Just left SoHo headed to the
Lap dance for the
Let her put her hands on the
You ain't that life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you scurred skrrt to the crib
What you know the kid
What you know bout me, you know bout me
you know bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a muthafuckin

James Fauntleroy]
Imagine straight from to the plane, ain't no baggage claim
Don't need to your clothes, girl, or your last name
Motherfuckers to act like I'm [?]
If you to be a star, girl you need a co-star
Got bitches we can call up, babe
Now they want to know who you are and how you got
Girl, I can try to care, oh, get you out of
You and all this on me
On a plane going home, not as you
you motherfuckers know about me?