Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi raza es su

Kid

is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you take no for a answer

Welcome to the world of big business, get broken and made
walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a grenade
Cause what you niggas caught
Spread you all over the
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And packed to
You actually had the
To some problems with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
one of life's hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a
When it's loaded and cocked
points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde that's covered with frost
And it's like

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Can you feel it, can save ya
For this is the season for stackin the

my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar lick and it three ways

I'm in of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand
One squeeze of the trigger cause
fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: enemies mathematically
Frost will your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So I creep, I crawl, I'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black
I shot at merino
Thousand suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I a player before I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and and fuckin bad bitches

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I don't a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the fuck you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let off
Two rivals, suicidal, the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my
And I'm keepin eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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