Luyện nghe bài hát Tha Business

(hey)

Get down you live, hey, uh
Get down you live

Uh, we's a gang a player that's out for dough
money 24

My crew's out to collect nuthin' but dough
around like kingpins in a rag 5-0
Can't touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass
Rolex
Filled with and shit
Who the licks straight
after pound since '88
Shoe boxes full with cash meant to stash the yay'
Federalies can't me
Black-ass army in
And they
see me
Cause I'm - paper
to keep happy
Never - fuckin
Mr. tony the blacker
My in g-strings covered by donna caren
Mr. tony leave ya: bye bye!
Versace suits with the collar - butterfly
Cristal everybody
Bitches gettin' in if their pussy stinkin'
it out

You tha business, you know tha business
Step back and
And say is this
A of player niggas
That's out for
money 24
Lil' hawk fo'

[lil
Peeping my
We hoes by the dozen
around
This muthafucka too
? ? ? ? ? ? ? drink in my hand
and dom
Cause I'm the man
Step a stroll
Little too cold
On speakers ? ? ? ? I play them ho's on the low
You
How the shit be
we be blitzed
High as
And now hookers sucking dicks

[da
Aha aha, I them muthafuckin millions on the west
So I can in a benz
And a big lex
On top of the
Is
I'm lettin' your ass know this is c-p-t
4-4 mags keep niggas
When we trying to stack ends on the late night hype
Hustlin' is how a nigga move
For the business, my blow up faster to

You know the

You know tha business (geah) you tha business
Step and peep
And say what is
A gang of player
out for dough
Getting 24
Big fo' sho'

nasty]
You see we gettin' deep
In and armani
boots and boogie suits
With the from versace
Diamond is a must
And a part of our gear from the ? ? ? ? princess cut
To the 6 pound in my ear
out of the two-tone rolls
? ? ? ? on my toes, got me
Steady hollerin at ho's, this cold and it shows
Diamonds
These beggars blindin
Peepin ho's I be findin and grindin, figures steady
Who smoke weed the
Cristal we toast
In j-boogie
300 foot boats
pounds of yay
Nigga we courvassier
Girl these and eiht
And these mobsters don't
Get down like you

Hey
Geah (we fakers)
You tha business
Get down like you

You tha business, bitch, you know tha business
Step and peep
And say is this
A gang of niggas
out for dough
Getting 24
Ah ah, fo'

Best stay the fuck up out my
flows to blast off like rockets
Anybody
- I ain't trippin
Cause the papers to
Tommy hil head to toe
With the heads to
Jet
Bitches in bikinis life coats
Max in the isles of
Or the alpine
Fur coats keep the smilin'
A little
Keep the pussy for a little and
I'll be
Mr. tony street
Lounging, 4 rottweilers, 5 (hey)
Basketball court with a pool
Big screen, sony play geah, that's kinda cool
You max?
7 digits on my new
Guarantee paper stacks, dips in - slacks
Y'all know who's the
And bitches - ain't no game
Cause ain't a damn changed
And the names the same
Get down you live

Get down you live ho'
You know the muthafuckin
Eiht hype, mob town and we outta bitch