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 of big business, lives get broken and made
walkin barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas
you all over 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 shit crowded
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To want some problems the x man
Lift you off your feet 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
to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so the loss
Crack open some olde english that's with frost
And it's that

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

my chips 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 automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: enemies mathematically
Frost will kick head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - gangster, half hustler
One about my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the casino
I been a player before I had
And now I'm steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

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felony}
I give a fuck about not one of y'all
this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin 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, health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your 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 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 into and beamers and my chips
And I'm four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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