Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room full of
playin catch with a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot niggas
you all over the asphalt
Walk the walk, to nobody
Spark the shotie
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And packed to
You actually had the
To some problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's hard
You negotiate with a weapon
it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow shot
Next to the firing pin, with the ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the
Crack open some olde english covered with frost
And it's that

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please automatically
One squeeze of the trigger tragedy
Casually fucked around and got whole family mad at me
My strategy: subtract mathematically
Frost will kick your off slow, you ain't as bad as me
- half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a
So I creep, I crawl, I'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my
Razor, got the h-k with the
the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand dollar suite, 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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{jayo
I give a fuck about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real I'm gunnin y'all
night falls, nah fuck, night flies a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the could you call to help ya
Nigga, good couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, your tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the and squeeze off
But before you do it, I take the and shoot both 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 let's em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a
Static, what's that? that shit that get up in my
I'm into and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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