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

What the rawdog feelin'? An author like McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam as death in less than 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 with my chain 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 back that out
And try to mark 'em off the gun shots ring out
And in the Myst of black, kid I'ma try to wipe they out
And keep on dubbin' till I break a fucking out

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

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

Is this hip hop? no, this is war
I've been trying to tell you that [unverified] 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 game
(That change)
The real ghetto bad for blastin', subtractin'
Those that ain't my fashion I'm mashin'

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

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

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

M.O.P. tapes make 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 hundred niggaz gunnin' me
(This few, to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the enemy at range
Deliverin' the penalty, ain't nothing but the thugs slangin' out hollow

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