Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi raza es su

Kid

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

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're barefoot in a room full of razorblades
playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you niggas caught
Spread you all over the
Walk the walk, to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get whole shit crowded
And packed to
You actually had the
To want some problems the x man
you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's lessons
You can't negotiate a weapon
When fully loaded and cocked
Hollow shot
Next to the pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some english that's covered with frost
And it's like

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them hundred big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies
Frost will kick your head off slow, you as bad as me
50/50 - gangster, half hustler
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 with the
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black
I shot at merino
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the casino
I a player before I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and bad bitches

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I don't a fuck about not one of y'all
this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, helter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, good health couldn't ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same when I let these 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 breathe a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit that get up in my
I'm into and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four eyes on em schemers I dip, bitch

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