Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

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

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

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be
Always exhale the '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 than Benx or your Lex
The to my comprehension is just too complex
too complex, EFX be live like Das
Making moves down South, to 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 supposed to have the laughter
even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after

I send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from
Now what that prove, you're so full, you even move

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think with a 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 around the earth, making money, having fun

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

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

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

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

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

And one shows, he posed threat to this one
This one will make that one into
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't hero
If you stand strong 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
and I'm the C to the O, double 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 another brother these delicacies
See can't another brother cook delicacies
See can't another cook these delicacies

Ah, how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way Strong Island to Chicago
The type of freestyler
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, she's

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

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

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

And to, my dean The Green, yo, you're
And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you
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 piece of the East coast, so a toast to
Plug Wonder, why back in the day who his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til

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