Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

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

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

Walk through toughest pack of goons 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 fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gun ring out
And in the Myst of black, kid try to wipe they 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 now been fulfilled, grip your steel
ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, out your steel

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

Is this hip Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since rocked some hardcore
You listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, look be
They find your ass missing

Ever since me and Fame came, we
A strange, but a game
(That change)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin',
Those that ain't my fashion I'm mashin'

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

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 grip, can I get a witness?
people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

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

M.O.P. tapes make earthquakes and landslides
Bump this in your Lex or your Lex hoop
Danze, finish 'em, gun salute
(The Crew)

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

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