Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

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

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

I'm in the thang
Everything is proper
Don't come to
I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my chopper

We in the streets, in the
Who got the weed, got the
I got a keys
Wanna eat, 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 at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone
Crack cocaine, what we keep where 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 tryin' to keep the 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 nigga and try to me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes
And I don't mean the ones that babies use

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

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

I about 6 in the mornin'
get paid, fuck moanin' and groanin'
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 want it 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 makers and this is not ESPN
Welcome to the gutter, now the shit fest begin
Ain't no fuckin' Jack but I'm bakin' cakes
Plus my cakes triple, what that fag

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

I'm gone tote the poll and load
Shoot till you 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 the intermission

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

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

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

I'm from nigga, I'm the man
Take him out, break him down like a lap
I playin', I got hella choppers
Call my partnas then they got helicopters, that's
Just like my old job but a different, what

I to work at churches chicken
But now I my chicken 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'
get paid, fuck 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 rollin', rollin'
By the night time our is swollen, swollen