Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

Handle ur bizness, get your grip, can I get a witness?
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, out your steel

What the rawdog feelin'? An author Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as in less than a minute
(The stop spinnin')
The Rapid Firing Squad, on mix fire and loud wires
(Hard to kill)
And bombs, arms, look, we all for it
It's the burning herbalice, gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through toughest pack of goons with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the first jam out
'First Family' turned whole rap game out
individuals tryin' to wipe my name out

But they fuck around 'cause they know I back that thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gun ring out
And in the Myst of black, kid try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin' till I break a fucking out

Handle ur bizness, get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, 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 better up
(They did)
Who that? The '87 stick up
(We're back)
I'm hopin' your focused on the side
'Cause frontin' on me and my mad die

Is this hip Hell 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
gonna find your ass missing

Ever since me and came, we maintained
A strange, but a game
(That change)
The ghetto bad shit for blastin', subtractin'
Those that matchin' my fashion I'm mashin'

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

ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your 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

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

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

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

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