Luyện nghe bài hát The Bidness

Aey whassup my
Shit, just chillin', happenin'?
nuttin', whatchu up to?
Shit, not too much, aey you ain't that nigga Snoop?
Man hell naw, I callin' that nigga since Starsky and Hutch
I ain't fin' to call that nigga no man
Oh that?
Man f'real man, I ain't buyin' new album either
I'ma download that motherfucker for
Let nigga know when I see him man
Shit, there he go right

I don't say much, I don't say "Alize", say, no I say "Dutch"
Keep yo' hands off until I say, touch
I never come off tacky, I'm a exactly
I'm like the slick suit fly Versace

Conversation flashy, y'all niggaz match me
I talk to you slow, so your can roll
Take advice from a player, don't love her play her
Boy I never dare, to pay double the fare
Man I swear to God it's gon' be trouble in here
Before I pay that bitch, I'm a bossy hog
Half dog, half gorilla, Donkey Kong

Niggaz thirst for hoes, I got a to ball
Tryin' to knock a pimp's hustle, be the first to
Fuckin' with a hundred fifty, whole can of
Mixed with gang bang, got a program like

do you a favor, let this pimpin' save ya
Leave that bitch alone, the homies her Ms. Behavior
Boy you move too fast, too much talkin'
I'm too walkin' to one who keep hoes hawkin'

Don't with Snoop too much 'cause he goes off when
Niggaz mouth too much, so no flossin'
I step up quicker, the game don't pause
I gotta stay sucka free, 'cause it ain't no
Dig y'all

That's the man, step my game up up in this man
Long hours hard minutes man, this hustle on splendid man
He gave perfect man

'Cause I'm a
Yea, real bossy like and sometimes
And if you fuckin' with

I had to tell you the truth but you got mad
Yea I hurt yo' feelings, fuck it! It's too bad
I'm a major player, I got game
I might floss a different bitch, but the pimpin' the

I ain't got time for no haters, I lay 'em on they back
I'm from the Dogg Pound homey, I don't fuck with cats
I with, niggaz, who be bustin' them shots
I'm Long Beach, Inglewood, Compton, Watts

Close your chops, I knows spots
Keep talkin' nigga I'll your knots
You ain't for Daddy, boy I do this for fun
It's like you versus Kobe one on one
You ain't got no chance, you got no fans
I the shit out you punk, look Momma no hands
I'm not a holy roller but I pray so
Help me, I'm sendin' these bitch niggaz to God

I'm too damn grown, conversation is short
While talk is funny, Jack I talk with money
the chain on bling, the rock is sunny
For you smart mouthed bitches I that dummy

That's the man, step my game up up in this man
hours hard minutes mane, with this hustle on splendid man
He perfect attendance man

That's the bidness man, step my game up up in man
Long hours hard minutes man, with this hustle on man
He gave perfect man

That's the bidness, the bidness
the bidness, can I get a witness?
Yea, the bidness, yea, say what?
Yea that's the bidness, can I get a