Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches & Bizness

We do it like this
From the
All the way to the 305 MIA
capital, nigga
Yeah, the N Da Hood

The bizness is
The pussy I in my pocket
The niggas watchin'
They know I'll be rockin' my

G's keep
They know I'll be to spot 'em
The N Da Hood
distribute the product

My get slizzard
I'm and chillin' in Pradas
a 9 to 5
We gone do what we gotta

I'm in the Chevy
runnin' is proper
Don't to close
'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my

We in the streets, in the
Who got the weed, got the
I got a keys
eat, fuck wit me

You don't to see me pissed off, yeah
Fuck until my off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is ruff

Now I a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it slum
Six at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone
Crack rock cocaine, what we keep I'm from
You don't me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

Keep 2 or 3 dug deep in my bum
The police tryin' to keep the concrete on my
But I got to do
And I got bricks to move,

But are playin' for 4 mil
You can get for 2 nigga and try to me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes
And I mean the ones that your babies use

I know I talk about my a lot
But I too
Give me to nut up about
And me shoot you

I woke 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night time our pockets is swollen,

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night time our is swollen, swollen

dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes
Keep a plastic tone, y'all want it it on
creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs
Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to King

We real play makers and this is not
Welcome to the gutter, now watch the fest begin
Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin'
Plus my cakes triple, what that fag

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' I never stumble
Granted till my bank statement look like social numbers
us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble
Catch a double digit jersey if you fumble

I'm gone tote the poll and load
Shoot till you that bow
Take my time, speak my mind I'm [Incomprehensible]
Got a slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it

You can kill too, a lot of us got feds at us
Still keep a stankin'
in the midst of the caine
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

Triple beam hand held
Got caine stain colored on the finger nail
Chrome black dished up til I [Incomprehensible]
Saw him walk a thin line but not a fat red

I'm gone rap for these heads
Gats crack, sex and blacks that want to stack mils
Smokin' on the stack
Runnin' in yo house ramblin' where the work is at

in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at
Phone in Atlanta, the family where they murked at
6:45 am, great, got the bacon soda
I'm cookin' pancakes, that's

Where I'm nigga, I'm the man
Take him out, break him like a lap dance
I ain't playin', I got hella
Call my partnas then they got helicopters, right
Just my old job but a lil' different, what

I used to work at chicken
But now I cook my chicken to my own
A kitchen and a glass pocket
Try to rob if you get ya ass shot

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night time our is swollen, swollen

I woke 6 in the mornin'
get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen