Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

And, and up the track a little bit
'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom bish boom,

Yeah, yeah, you know the
Common Sense, soul the De La
Get all them
We the sayers

Huh and the bizness, hah
Gonna do it this
it hot
Like the Chicago

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be
exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to off my losses
So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the

Of course, it's much greater your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my comprehension is just too
too complex, EFX be live like Das
Making down South, to avoid the chaos

And never flaunt the coin dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those who're to have the last laughter
even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after

I haveta send respects to money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign sippin' fakers
Taste the pound with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't move

I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another brother cook delicacies
I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun

And I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think with a drink how I'm gonna win
I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and with a drink

Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna
Do you be dope? Or do you wanna deal it?
acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large

In fact I get hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
in soul control of my
Destiny, in the best of out of five
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live,

Take a dive like Greg Lougainis his bitch-ass
be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a or an owner
I to love her but now I bone her

At one point in rhyme, I thought I my erection
But then I got it back the resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes, old man who called him
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I

I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think with a drink about how I'm win
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't no brother cook these delicacies

I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the earth, making money, having fun

I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern
Droppin' knowledge than litter, on the New York pave'
It's me, why, in the place to be
Certified, as superior, MC

others explore to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to even inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, some
And we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see

The killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black rates
musical plates, being played as the rule
Kids thinking, to the Soul, you're labeled fools

Who claims to drop but for now you do the catching
I worry on what crew you run or what section of earth
You reside, you're not a man
So I don't it mandatory, taking your pride

But I 'cause my man says, Soul for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it
That's understanding microphone
Which leaves the currency in temporary world

And one shows, he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play
If you can't stand like the island I'm from

Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun
Yeah and I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think a drink about how I'm gonna win

And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't brother cook these delicacies
See can't another brother cook these
See can't another brother cook these

Ah, that's how, that's how I'm to do my thing, huh
Like triple it,
how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of flow
Yeah, fluent and we don't need to flow no more

To my man Mos Def, yo, he
To my man Enola, yo, nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's
Yo that MP, yo, she's nonstop

And to that crew Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, nonstop

And to my man Joe Buck, you know he
And my man Extra P, yo, he's
And my man Divine, you know he nonstop
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're
And my peoples Beatminerz, man nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're
And yo, Litro, yo, he's

And to, my dean The Green, yo, nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you
And A Tribe Quest, man, they nonstop
And forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop

Let me tell you a little something about Soul, 'em son
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a to
Plug Wonder, why in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til

I'm a of them kids from the inner city
Giving you audible treats, you be aching for making
money than a pagan holiday
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say