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 have now been fulfilled, 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 less a minute
(The stop spinnin')
The Firing Squad, keep on mix fire and loud wires
(Hard to kill)
And bombs, arms, look, we all for it
It's the dutch burning herbalice, gallon alcoholics

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

But they don't fuck around 'cause they know I back 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 dubbin' till I break a spring out

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

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

Is this hip hop? Hell no, 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 Fame came, we
A strange, but a strong
(That change)
The real ghetto bad for blastin', subtractin'
that ain't matchin' my fashion I'm mashin'

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

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

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

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

How niggas runnin' with me? A hundred niggaz gunnin' with me
(This few, to shoot)
Firing Squad, blood 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 for leavin' 'em stretchin' like Doc Holliday, salute