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 bizness is
The pussy I keep in my
The niggas watchin'
know I'll be rockin' my watches

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

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

I'm in the thang
runnin' is proper
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 to see me pissed off, yeah
Fuck my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is ruff

Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it
Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', 'em in tone
Crack rock cocaine, what we where I'm from
You don't believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm

2 or 3 heaters dug deep 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 that your babies use

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

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

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

From dust to dawn, we stay posted up in project
a plastic tone, y'all want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, by yo bitches thongs
Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to Kong

We real play makers and this is not
Welcome to the gutter, now watch the fest begin
Ain't no Jack Triple 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 like social security numbers
us cookie monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble
Catch a double digit jersey number if you

I'm gone the poll lock and load
Shoot till you hear 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 them at us
keep a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the crack smell the intermission

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

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

in the third, still hollerin' where 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, right

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

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

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

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