Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

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

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

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

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

ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now 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 raise up
(They did)
Who that? The '87 up kids
(We're back)
I'm that your focused on the side
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 don't listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, be
They find your ass missing

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

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

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 analyze this whole fucking
Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker 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 niggas runnin' with me? A hundred niggaz gunnin' with 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 known best for leavin' 'em stretchin' Doc Holliday, salute