Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi es su casa
Mi raza es su

Kid

This is big business, 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
We're playin catch a hand grenade
Cause what you faggot caught
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your shit crowded
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To want some with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't negotiate a weapon
it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer to drop
I took you off, so the loss
Crack open some olde english that's covered with
And like that

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big
Wrapped in rubber in em bulletproof briefcases
Please automatically
One squeeze of the trigger cause
Casually fucked and got your whole family mad at me
My strategy: enemies mathematically
Frost will your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - gangster, half hustler
One about 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 with the
the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand dollar suite, layin low at the casino
I been a player before I had
And now I'm steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

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I don't give a fuck not one of y'all
this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a
I take like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, good health help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust 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 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 let's em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a
Static, what's that? shit that get up in my fabric
I'm into and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin four on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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