Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

The is bitches
The I keep in my pocket
The niggas keep
They know be rockin' my watches

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

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

I'm in the Chevy
Everything is proper
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
Wanna eat, wit me

You don't want to see me off, yeah
until my dicks 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, we keep where 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 tryin' to keep the concrete on my palm
But I got to do
And I got bricks to move,

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 baby
And I don't mean the that your babies use

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I never
Granted till my bank statement look social security numbers
us cookie 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, 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 of the caine
On the way, the crack smell the intermission

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

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

Hoes in the third, still hollerin' the purses at
Phone in Atlanta, ring the family where they at
6:45 am, life's great, got the soda
I'm cookin' pancakes, that's

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 my old job but a lil' different, what

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

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 night time our pockets is swollen,