Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

And, and up the track 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 them
We the rhyme

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

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

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

And never the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Van, they say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those who're supposed to the last laughter
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the

I haveta send respects to real makers
Do not connect us with those champaign money fakers
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 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 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 wanna it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the molester
I do a show, get Extra P's like the Professor

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

Take a dive 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 more a coach or an owner
I used to love her but now I her

At one point in rhyme, I thought I my erection
But then I got it back the resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes, old man who called him
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I

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 brother cook these delicacies

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

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

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

The lyrical killing, with stained on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like death rates
Over plates, being played as the rule
thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools

Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the
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 'cause my man says, Soul for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it
That's understanding microphone
leaves the currency in temporary world status

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

Ah, how, that's how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
Like triple it,
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong to Chicago
The type of freestyler
Yeah, it's fluent and we 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, he's
Yo girl 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 Love, you know he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, nonstop

And to my man Joe Buck, you know he
And my man Extra P, yo, nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you know he
kid called 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 know nonstop
And yo, Litro, yo, nonstop

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

Let me tell you a little something Soul, tell 'em son
I be a of the East coast, so give 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 December

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