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, grip 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 McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in less than a
(The stop spinnin')
The Rapid Firing Squad, keep on mix 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 toughest pack of goons my chain out
Kept it ever since the first jam came out
'First Family' turned whole rap game out
individuals tryin' to wipe my name out

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

Handle ur bizness, can't get 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?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, back out your

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

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

Ever me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a strong
(That change)
The ghetto bad shit for blastin', subtractin'
Those that ain't matchin' my I'm mashin'

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

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

Face mine 'cause I'm here, dog all clear
Rap jewels put it on my baseline from a
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 coupe or your Lex
Danze, finish 'em, gun salute
(The Crew)

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

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