Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

Yeah, yeah, you the bizness
Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them
We the sayers

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

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be
Always exhale the 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater 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 just too
too complex, EFX be live like Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the

And flaunt the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, they say my style is so
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 sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound spice from Chi-town
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 brother 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 about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think a drink

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

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

Take a like Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm like a coach 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 with the resurrection, blessings
rhymes, old man who called him traitor
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I

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 no other cook these delicacies

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

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

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

The killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like black rates
Over plates, being played as the rule
thinking, stepping 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 of earth
You reside, you're not a man
So I don't it mandatory, taking your pride

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

And when one shows, he threat to this 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 earth, making money, having fun
and I'm the C to the O, double 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 brother cook these delicacies
See can't another brother these delicacies
See can't brother cook these delicacies

Ah, that's how, that's how I'm to do my thing, huh
Like it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong to Chicago
The type of flow
Yeah, it's 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 MP, yo, she's nonstop

And to that Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you know he
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 Mike Divine, you he nonstop
kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop

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

And to, my dean The Green, yo, nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you
And A Called Quest, man, they nonstop
And don't forget the Beez, yo, they nonstop

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

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