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 barefoot in a room full of razorblades
We're playin catch with a hand
Cause you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever run up on your home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
get your whole shit crowded
And packed to
You had the audacity
To want problems with the x man
you off your feet with the back of my left hand
Learn one of life's lessons
You can't with a weapon
When it's fully and cocked
points shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack open olde english that's covered with frost
And like that

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

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

I'm in pursuit of them dollar big faces
Wrapped in rubber in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand
One squeeze of the trigger tragedy
Casually fucked around and got whole family mad at me
My subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, half
One side's my business, and the other side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you with my
Razor, got the h-k the laser
the enterpriser, rent a 99 black blazer
I straight at merino
Thousand suite, layin low at the peppermint 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 about not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's real clear I'm y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, night flies a
I flight like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, good health help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust your shit, never felt ya
Could you picture yourself in the same when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, the strap 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 call em
Is it tragic how the automatic made you breathe like a
Static, what's that? that shit 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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