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 bizness is
The pussy I in my pocket
The keep watchin'
They I'll be rockin' my watches

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

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

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 keys
eat, fuck wit me

You want to see me pissed 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', keep 'em in
Crack rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm
You don't believe me, nigga, come and see 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 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 the ones that your babies use

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

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

From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project
Keep a plastic tone, want it bring it on
creep 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 fest begin
Ain't no fuckin' Jack Triple but I'm cakes
my cakes triple, what that fag makes

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

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

You can kill too, a lot of us got them at us
keep a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the crack durin' the intermission

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

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

in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at
Phone in Atlanta, ring the where they murked at
6:45 am, great, got the bacon soda
I'm cookin' pancakes, right

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

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

I woke 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

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