Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

And, and bass up the track a bit
'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that bish boom, knowhatI'msayin'?

Yeah, yeah, you know the
Common Sense, with the De La
Get all them
We the rhyme

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

I divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts I don't inhale lie
Play the man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses

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

And never the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They me Luther Van, they 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 real money
Do not connect us with champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the pound with spice from Chi-town
Now that prove, you're so full, you can't even move

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

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

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

In I get more hoes than Tessa, peep game like a
Refa-ree in soul of my
Destiny, in the of three out of five
anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers

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

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

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

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

I'm the most from the coast of the Eastern
Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York
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 to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, some
And when we get to on the mic, they line up to see

The lyrical killing, with stained egos on the
My rhymes escalates like death rates
Over musical plates, played as the rule
thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools

Who claims to drop but for now you do the catching
I don't worry on crew you run or what section of earth
You reside, not even 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 try keepin' it right
That's microphone mathematics
leaves the currency in temporary world status

And when one shows, he posed threat to one
This one make that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you play hero
If you can't stand strong like the I'm from

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

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

Ah, how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it,
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to
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, he's
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, nonstop
Yo that girl MP, yo, nonstop

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

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
kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop

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

And to, my The Green, yo, you're nonstop
And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they
And don't the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop

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

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