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

Welcome to the of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a full of razorblades
We're catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your shit crowded
And to capacity
You actually had the
To some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the back of my hand
Learn one of life's hard
You negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and
Hollow shot
Next to the firing pin, the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so the loss
Crack some olde english that's covered with frost
And it's like

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

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

I'm in of them hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
understand automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause
Casually fucked around and got your family mad at me
My subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick your head off slow, you as bad as me
- half gangster, half 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 slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k the laser
the enterpriser, rent 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 and fuckin bad bitches

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felony}
I give a fuck about not one of y'all
this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all
When falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the fuck you call to help ya
Nigga, good health couldn't ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, felt ya
you picture yourself in the same room 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 knees 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 call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and and my chips
And I'm keepin eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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