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 is bitches
The I keep in my pocket
The niggas keep
know I'll be rockin' my watches

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

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

I'm in the Chevy
Everything runnin' is
come to close
'Cuz I'm to [Incomprehensible] my chopper

We in the streets, in the
Who got the weed, got the
I got a couple
Wanna eat, wit me

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

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

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

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

I know I about my niggas a lot
But I too
Give me to nut up about
And watch me you

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

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

From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in homes
Keep a tone, y'all want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, 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 shit fest
Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm cakes
Plus my cakes triple, what fag makes

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

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

You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us
Still a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the crack smell the intermission

Triple beam hand hanksty
Got some caine colored on the finger nail
black dished back up til I [Incomprehensible]
Saw him a thin line but it's not a fat red

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

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

Where I'm nigga, I'm the man
him out, break him down like a lap dance
I playin', I got hella choppers
Call my then they got helicopters, that's right
Just like my old job but a different, what

I used to at churches chicken
But now I cook my chicken to my own
A fork 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 our pockets is swollen, swollen

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