Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

The bizness is
The pussy I in my pocket
The niggas keep
They 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 niggas get
I'm smokin' and chillin' in
a 9 to 5
We gone do what we gotta

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

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

You don't want to see me pissed off,
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', 'em in tone
Crack rock cocaine, what we keep I'm from
You don't me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

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

But y'all are for 4 mil
You can get for 2 and try to play me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in some shoes
And I don't mean the ones that babies use

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

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

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

From to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes
Keep a plastic tone, y'all 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 watch the fest begin
Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm bakin'
my cakes triple, what that fag makes

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

I'm gone tote the lock and load
Shoot till you that bow
Take my time, my mind 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 stankin'
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

Triple hand held hanksty
Got some caine colored on the finger nail
Chrome dished back up til I [Incomprehensible]
Saw him walk a thin line but not a fat red

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

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

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

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

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