Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

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

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

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

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

And never flaunt the '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
'Cuz when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the after

I haveta respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign sippin' money
Taste the quarter pound with 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 these
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 with a drink 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 dope? Or do you wanna it?
Fabricated acrylic, I it, I'm the style molester
I do a show, get P's like the Large Professor

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

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

At one in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection
But I got it back with the resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes, old man who him traitor
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 no other brother cook these delicacies

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

I'm the most from the coast of the flav'
Droppin' more knowledge than litter, on the New York
me, wonder 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 step inside the
'Cause kids is rhyming, some timing
And we get to racing on the mic, they line up to see

The lyrical killing, stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes like black death 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 don't worry on what crew you run or section 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
That's understanding mathematics
Which leaves the currency in temporary status

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

Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Yeah and 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 another brother cook these
See can't another cook these delicacies
See can't another brother these delicacies

Ah, that's how, 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 freestyler
Yeah, it's fluent and we don't need to flow no

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

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

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, nonstop
And my Beatminerz, man they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you you're nonstop
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 don't forget the Jungle Beez, yo, nonstop

Let me you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son
I be a piece of the coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder, why back in the day who soaked his 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 aching for
More money than a pagan
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say