Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches & Bizness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it slum
Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in
Crack rock cocaine, what we where I'm from
You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

Keep 2 or 3 dug deep in my bum
The police tryin' to 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 play me
And I'm put yo ass in some baby shoes
And I mean the ones that your babies use

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

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

From dust to dawn, we posted up in project homes
a plastic tone, y'all want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches
Say you's a gorilla, say what to King Kong

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

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

I'm tote 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
keep a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

Triple beam hand held
Got some stain colored on the finger nail
Chrome dished back up til I [Incomprehensible]
Saw him walk a thin but it's not a fat red

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

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

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 then they got helicopters, that's right
Just like my old job but a lil' different,

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

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

I woke 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