Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches & Bizness

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

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

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

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

I'm in the thang
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
Wanna eat, wit me

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

Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm 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

2 or 3 heaters 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 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 I talk about my niggas a lot
But I too
Give me something to nut up
And watch me 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 is swollen, swollen

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

From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in homes
Keep a plastic tone, want it bring it on
We'll up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs
Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to Kong

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

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I never
Granted till my bank statement look social security numbers
Call us cookie monsters, cookie niggas crumble
Catch a double digit number 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
Still keep a stankin'
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

Triple beam hand held
Got some caine stain 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 these heads
crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack mils
Smokin' on the stack
Runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering where the is at

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

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

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

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

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