Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin with a hand grenade
Cause what you niggas caught
Spread you all over the
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the shotie
they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole shit
And packed to
You had the audacity
To want problems with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard
You can't with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and
points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer to drop
I took you off, so accept the
open some olde english that's covered with 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 my last days
Hit a million dollar and split it three ways

I'm in of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof
Please understand
One squeeze of the trigger cause
Casually fucked around and got your whole mad at me
My strategy: enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One side's my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black
I shot at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint
I been a before I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and bad bitches

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I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the fuck could you to help ya
Nigga, health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, 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, can't get of, I'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's call em
Is it how the automatic made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my
And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers I dip, bitch

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