Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, your dreams now been fulfilled, back out your steel

What the rawdog feelin'? An author Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in less a minute
(The stop spinnin')
The Rapid Squad, keep on mix fire and loud wires
(Hard to kill)
And bombs, arms, look, we all for it
the dutch burning herbalice, gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through your toughest pack of with my chain out
Kept it real ever the first jam came out
'First Family' this whole rap game out
Sheisty tryin' to wipe my name out

But they don't fuck around 'cause they I back that thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gun shots out
And in the Myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe name out
And keep on till I break a fucking spring out

Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip steel
ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

You motherfuckas raise up
(They did)
Who that? The '87 stick up
(We're back)
I'm that your focused on the side
'Cause frontin' on me and my mad die

Is this hip hop? no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since [unverified] rocked hardcore
You listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, look be
They gonna your ass missing

Ever since me and came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong
(That change)
The real ghetto bad for blastin', subtractin'
Those that matchin' my fashion I'm mashin'

(Retality's real)
Fatality's ill, when stash in my path
Then your stash is a raw deal, get gat
(Clap, clap, bucka bub bub bub bucka bucka)
Blow, blow, get the fuck

Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

Face mine 'cause I'm here, dog its' all
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a
the wanna doubt The Kid who analyze this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than mines

M.O.P. tapes earthquakes and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe or your Lex
Danze, finish 'em, twenty-one gun
(The Crew)

How many niggas runnin' with me? A hundred niggaz with me
(This few, to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy at point-blank
Deliverin' the penalty, ain't nothing but the thugs slangin' out hollow

(Nigga)
Anti-love it real
(Thug, let 'em today)
I'm known best for leavin' 'em like Doc Holliday, salute