Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

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

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

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 runnin' is
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
eat, fuck wit me

You want to see me pissed off, yeah
Fuck 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, what we where I'm from
You believe me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

2 or 3 heaters dug deep 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 and try to play me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes
And I don't mean the ones that babies use

I know I about 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, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen

I woke 6 in the mornin'
get paid, fuck 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 homes
Keep a plastic tone, want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo bitches
Say you's a gorilla, say what to King Kong

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

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

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

You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us
Still a stankin' kitchen
in the midst of the caine
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

beam hand held hanksty
Got some caine stain colored on the nail
Chrome black back 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 want to stack mils
Smokin' on the stack
Runnin' in yo house ramblin' where the work is at

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

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

I used to at churches chicken
But now I cook my to my own kitchen
A fork and a glass pocket
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 night time our pockets is swollen,

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