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

What the rawdog feelin'? An author like Terry
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in less than a
(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, gallon drinkin'

Walk your toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever the first jam came out
Family' turned this whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals to wipe 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 on dubbin' till I break a fucking 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, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, your 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 your focused on the
frontin' on me and my mad niggaz die

Is hip hop? 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
gonna find your ass missing

Ever me and Fame came, we maintained
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 is a raw deal, get your gat
(Clap, clap, bucka bucka bub bub bub bucka)
Blow, blow, get the fuck

Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, dreams have 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, back out steel

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

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

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

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