Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi raza es su

Kid

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

to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a grenade
Cause you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the
Walk the walk, talk to
Spark the chrome
they run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And packed to
You had the audacity
To want some with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my hand
Learn one of life's hard
You can't negotiate with a
When it's loaded and cocked
Hollow shot
to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the
Crack some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's that

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

Chasin my chips till my last
Hit a million dollar lick and it three ways

I'm in pursuit of them hundred big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually around and got your whole family mad at me
My subtract 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 I creep, I crawl, I'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black
I shot at merino
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and bad bitches

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{jayo
I don't give a fuck 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, helter
Who the could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never ya
Could you yourself in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and off
But before you do it, I the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
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 made you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that that get up in my fabric
I'm bitches and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers when I dip,

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