Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi raza es su

Kid

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

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get and made
You're walkin barefoot in a full of razorblades
We're playin with a hand grenade
Cause you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to
Spark the shotie
Whenever they run up on home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And packed to
You had the audacity
To some problems with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't negotiate with a
When it's fully loaded and
Hollow shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to
I took you off, so the loss
Crack open some olde that's covered with frost
And it's that

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

Chasin my chips my last days
Hit a million lick and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em briefcases
understand automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you as bad as me
- half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 blazer
I shot straight at
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I a player before I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad

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felony}
I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's clear I'm gunnin y'all
When falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter
Who the fuck could you to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't ya
Put the 's' in spit, your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, get enough of, I'm rougher
Go get my and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you like a asthmatic
Static, that? that shit that get up in my fabric
I'm bitches and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers I dip, bitch

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