Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches & Bizness

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

The bizness is
The pussy I in my pocket
The keep watchin'
They I'll be rockin' my watches

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

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

I'm in the thang
Everything runnin' is
Don't come to
'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my

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

You don't want to see me off, yeah
Fuck my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is riff

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

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

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 shoes
And I don't the ones that your babies use

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

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
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 moanin' and
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 plastic tone, want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches
Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to King

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

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

I'm gone the poll lock and load
Shoot you hear that bow
Take my time, speak my mind like I'm
Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, it

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

Triple beam hand hanksty
Got some caine stain on the finger nail
Chrome black dished back up til I
Saw him walk a line but it's not a fat red

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

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

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

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

I about 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

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