Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

We gone do it this
the A-T-L
All the way to the 305 MIA
Cocaine capital,
Yeah, the N Da Hood

The is bitches
The I keep in my pocket
The keep watchin'
They know I'll be rockin' my

G's keep
They know be shootin' to spot 'em
The N Da Hood
Strictly the product

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

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

You don't want to see me pissed off,
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 at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone
rock cocaine, what we keep where I'm from
You don't me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

2 or 3 heaters 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 y'all are for 4 mil
You can get for 2 and try to play me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in some baby
And I don't mean the ones that your 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 moanin' and
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the night time our is swollen, swollen

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

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

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

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

I'm gone tote the poll and load
till you hear that bow
Take my time, my mind like 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 keep a stankin'
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

Triple hand held hanksty
Got some caine stain colored on the nail
Chrome black dished back up til I
Saw him walk a line 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 stack
Runnin' in yo house ramblin' wondering where the is at

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

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

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 about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the night 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,