Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

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

the rawdog feelin'? An author like Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in less a minute
(The world spinnin')
The Rapid 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, drinkin' alcoholics

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

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

Handle ur bizness, get your grip, can I get a witness?
people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip 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

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 this hip hop? no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that since [unverified] rocked some
You don't listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, be
They find 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 ain't matchin' my fashion I'm mashin'

(Retality's real)
Fatality's ill, when your in my path
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, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, grip your
ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, 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?
to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than land mines

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

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

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