Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches & Bizness

We gone do it like
the A-T-L
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'
know I'll be rockin' my watches

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

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

I'm in the thang
Everything runnin' is
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 couple
eat, fuck wit me

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

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

Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug in my bum
The police to keep 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 some shoes
And I don't mean the ones that babies use

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

I woke 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, 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 truck rollin',
By the night time our is swollen, swollen

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

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

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

I'm gone tote the 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 kill too, a lot of us got feds at us
Still keep a stankin'
in the midst of the caine
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

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

I'm gone rap for these heads
Gats crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack
on the purple stack
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 pancakes, that's right

I'm from nigga, I'm the man
Take him out, break him like a lap dance
I ain't playin', I got choppers
Call my partnas then they got helicopters, that's
like my old job but a lil' 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 about 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 about 6 in the
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night time our pockets is swollen,