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 room of razorblades
playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot caught
you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to
the chrome shotie
Whenever they run up on home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole shit
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 hard
You can't with a weapon
When it's loaded and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the firing pin, with the ready to drop
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde that's covered with frost
And it's like

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber bands in em bulletproof
understand automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies
will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, hustler
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 you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad

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I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real I'm gunnin y'all
When falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the could you call to help ya
Nigga, good health help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same room when I let off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the strap and off
But you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, get enough of, I'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause it's a
Let off on ya in a 600, or call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic you breathe like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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