Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin in a room full of razorblades
We're catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you niggas caught
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the shotie
Whenever run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To want problems with the x man
you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's lessons
You can't with a weapon
it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I you off, so accept the loss
open some olde english that's covered with frost
And like that

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Can you feel it, can save ya
For this is the season for the papers

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

I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big
Wrapped in rubber bands in em briefcases
understand automatically
One of the trigger cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got whole family mad at me
My subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One side's about my business, and the 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
the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the casino
I been a player before I had
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad

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{jayo
I don't a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real I'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, flies a kite
I take flight delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you to help ya
Nigga, good 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, take the and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause 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? that that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and beamers and my
And I'm four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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