Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

The bizness is
The pussy I in my pocket
The niggas watchin'
They know I'll be rockin' my

G's knockin'
know 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 we gotta

I'm in the Chevy
Everything runnin' is
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 couple
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 'cuz I'm it slum
Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in
Crack rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm
You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

Keep 2 or 3 heaters dug in my bum
The police tryin' to the concrete on my palm
But I got to do
And I got to move, okay

But are playin' for 4 mil
You can get for 2 nigga and try to play me
And I'm put yo ass in some baby shoes
And I don't mean the that your babies use

I I talk 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 rollin', rollin'
By the night 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 night our pockets is swollen, swollen

dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project homes
Keep a tone, y'all want it bring it on
creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches thongs
Say you's a gorilla, say happened to King Kong

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

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

I'm gone tote the poll and load
Shoot you hear 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 a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I about 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