Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

Yeah, yeah, you the bizness
Sense, soul with the De La
Get all playas
We the rhyme

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

I divine of God theories, no need to be high
Always exhale the facts 'cause I inhale lie
Play the greater man's game, to off my losses
So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses

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

And never flaunt the 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, they say my is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those supposed to have the last 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 with 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 another brother cook these delicacies
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 be a MC? Or do you wanna serve?
Do you wanna be dope? Or do you deal it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style
I do a show, get P's like the Large Professor

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

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

At one in rhyme, I thought I lost my erection
But then I got it back with the resurrection,
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 brother cook these delicacies

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

I'm the most from the 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 when we get to racing on the mic, line up to see

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

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, 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 it right
That's microphone mathematics
leaves the currency in temporary world status

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

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 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 these delicacies
See can't another cook these delicacies

Ah, that's how, how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it,
how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to Chicago
The type of flow
Yeah, it's fluent and we don't to flow no more

To my man Mos Def, yo, he
To my man Enola, yo, nonstop
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's
Yo that MP, yo, she's nonstop

And to that Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's
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
That kid called Baby Paul, yo, he's

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, nonstop
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 Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they
And don't forget the Beez, yo, they 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 his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it December

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