Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

We gone do it like
the A-T-L
All the way to the 305 MIA
Cocaine capital,
Yeah, the Boyz N Da

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

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

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

I'm in the Chevy
Everything runnin' is
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
until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is 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, we keep where I'm from
You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

2 or 3 heaters dug deep 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 put yo ass in some baby shoes
And I don't mean the ones that your use

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

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 about 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

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

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

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I stumble
Granted till my bank statement look like security numbers
Call us cookie monsters, makin' 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 slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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