Luyện nghe bài hát Know About Me

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

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

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

[Verse 2:
I got back home, 40 days on vacation
No one the game, shit is all for the taking
the fuck did I stutter? 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 Khaled for
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 the diamonds
If this was 10 years ago nigga would've diamond
I been and rapping I make a killin' in both
If I had to a Jackson man I'm feelin' like Bo
Fresh to the socks, team look like the Raiders
I don't take this shit for granted, I'd like to thank my
I'm coming b-b-b-b-b-b-b-back on you
I'm 'bout to put bitch on her back and get back to you later
Man, up

[Hook:
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 about life, you scurred
Ah, baby, you scurred like to the crib
you know about the kid
What you know bout me, what you know me
What you bout me, what you know bout me
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a thing
Not a muthafuckin thing, not a thing

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