Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand
Cause what you faggot niggas
Spread you all over the
Walk the walk, talk to
Spark the shotie
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To want some problems the x man
you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard
You can't with a weapon
When it's fully and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer to drop
I took you off, so the loss
Crack open olde english that's covered with frost
And like that

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them dollar big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger 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, hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the
Slid the enterpriser, a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand 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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I don't give a fuck about not one of
Disrespect this here, nigga, 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, your 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 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 call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you 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 when I dip, bitch

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