Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

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

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

Walk through your toughest pack of with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam out
'First Family' turned 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 the gun shots ring 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 have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now fulfilled, back out your steel

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

Is hip hop? Hell no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since [unverified] some hardcore
You don't listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, 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 your 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 your grip, can I get a
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 analyze whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than mines

M.O.P. tapes make and cause landslides
Bump this in your Lex coupe or 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 on the enemy at point-blank range
Deliverin' the penalty, nothing but the thugs slangin' out hollow slugs

(Nigga)
keepin' it real
(Thug, let 'em today)
I'm known best for 'em stretchin' like Doc Holliday, salute