Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi es su raza

Kid

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

Welcome to the world of big business, lives get broken and
You're walkin barefoot in a room of razorblades
We're playin catch with a grenade
Cause what you faggot caught
Spread you all the asphalt
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on your home,
Gangsta, gangsta, all about it
Xzibit get your whole shit
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To want problems with the x man
Lift you off your feet the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You can't with a weapon
it's fully loaded and cocked
Hollow points
Next to the pin, with the hammer ready to drop
I took you off, so accept the
Crack open some olde that's covered with frost
And it's that

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

Chasin my chips my last days
Hit a million lick and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of hundred dollar big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
Please understand
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole mad at me
My strategy: subtract enemies
Frost will your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the
Slid the enterpriser, rent a 99 black
I shot straight at
dollar suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a before 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
When night falls, nah fuck, night a kite
I take flight like delta, nigga, skelter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, health couldn't 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, take the strap and off
But before you do it, I take the and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, get enough of, I'm rougher
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 like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that that get up in my fabric
I'm into bitches and and my chips
And I'm four eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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