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

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

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

I'm in the Chevy
runnin' is proper
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 keys
eat, fuck wit me

You want to see me pissed off, yeah
until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is riff

Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it
Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', 'em in tone
Crack rock cocaine, what we 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 tryin' to keep the concrete 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 baby
And I don't mean the ones your babies use

I know I talk my niggas a lot
But I too
me something 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 truck rollin',
By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen

I woke 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

From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project
Keep a plastic tone, 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 Kong

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

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I stumble
Granted till my bank statement look like social security
Call us cookie monsters, makin' niggas crumble
Catch a double digit jersey number if you

I'm gone tote the poll and load
Shoot till you that bow
Take my time, speak my 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 keep a kitchen
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

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

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

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

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

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

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