Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of
We're playin with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your shit crowded
And to capacity
You actually had the
To want some with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't with a weapon
When it's loaded and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the firing pin, the hammer ready to drop
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's like

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Can you feel it, nothing can ya
For this is the for stackin the papers

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

I'm in pursuit of hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause
Casually fucked around and got your family mad at me
My subtract enemies mathematically
Frost kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, hustler
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 with my
Razor, got the h-k with the
the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand dollar suite, 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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I don't a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm y'all
When falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, good health help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your shit, never felt ya
Could you picture 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 heater and shoot your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a
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 shit that get up in my
I'm into bitches and beamers and my
And I'm four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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