Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi raza es su

Kid

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

Welcome to the world of big business, get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room of razorblades
playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you niggas caught
you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, talk to
Spark the shotie
Whenever run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get whole shit crowded
And packed to
You had the audacity
To want some with the x man
Lift you off your feet with the of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and
Hollow shot
Next to the pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so the loss
Crack open olde 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

my chips till my last days
Hit a million dollar and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of them hundred big faces
Wrapped in rubber in em bulletproof briefcases
Please automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
fucked around and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies
Frost kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One side's about my business, and the other 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 with the
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the casino
I been a player I had riches
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and bad bitches

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I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin
When night falls, nah fuck, flies a kite
I flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the could you call to help ya
Nigga, good couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your tightest shit, never ya
Could you 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 both your knees off
Let him suffer, can't get enough of, I'm
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, it's a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or let's 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 four eyes on em schemers when I dip,

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