Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room of razorblades
We're playin catch a hand grenade
what you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the
Walk the walk, to nobody
Spark the shotie
Whenever run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And to capacity
You actually had the
To want some problems the x man
Lift you off feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't negotiate a weapon
When it's fully loaded and
Hollow shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer to drop
I took you off, so accept the
Crack open some olde english that's covered frost
And like that

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

Chasin my chips till my days
Hit a million dollar lick and split it three

I'm in pursuit of them dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand
One squeeze of the trigger tragedy
fucked around 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 other 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 black
I shot straight at
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad

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I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin
night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, felt ya
Could you picture in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and off
But before you do it, I take the and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get of, I'm rougher
Go get my and paper, nigga, cause it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on em when I dip, bitch

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