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 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 the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to bounce off my
So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses

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

And flaunt the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to have the laughter
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm in the after

I haveta send respects to real makers
Do not connect us those champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound 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 another 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 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 feel it, I'm the style
I do a show, get Extra P's like the Large

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

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

At one in rhyme, I thought 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 no other brother cook these delicacies

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

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

While others to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to step inside the door
these kids is rhyming, some timing
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, stepping to the Soul, you're fools

Who claims to drop 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 don't deem it mandatory, taking your

But I will 'cause my man says, 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 when one shows, he threat to this one
This one will make that one 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
Walk 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 delicacies
See can't another cook these delicacies
See can't another brother cook 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 of freestyler 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, they
And to nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Love, you know he nonstop
My Lucky and Pert, yo, they nonstop

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

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

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

Let me tell you a little 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 words in
So I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December

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