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 is bitches
The pussy I keep in my
The niggas keep
They know I'll be rockin' my

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

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

I'm in the Chevy
runnin' is proper
Don't to close
'Cuz I'm subject to my chopper

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

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

Now I a lot of ice 'cuz 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 me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

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 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 baby
And I mean the ones that your 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 about 6 in the
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'
Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen

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

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

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

I'm gone tote the poll lock and
Shoot till you that bow
Take my time, speak my mind I'm [Incomprehensible]
Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, it

You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us
Still keep a kitchen
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the crack smell the intermission

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

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

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

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

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

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