Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi raza es su

Kid

is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't no for a answer

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of
playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to
the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And packed to
You had the audacity
To want some problems the x man
you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's lessons
You can't negotiate a weapon
When it's fully and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the firing pin, with the ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the
Crack open some olde english that's with frost
And like that

[ ]
Can you feel it, can save ya
For is the season for stackin the papers

Chasin my till my last days
Hit a dollar lick and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of 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: subtract mathematically
Frost kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One side's about my business, and the other side's a
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player I had riches
And now I'm eatin and crab and fuckin bad bitches

[ ]

felony}
I don't give a fuck not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, real clear I'm gunnin y'all
When falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the fuck you call to help ya
Nigga, good couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, the strap and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em
Is it tragic how the made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's 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

[ ]