Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

Yeah, yeah, you know the
Common Sense, soul the De La
Get all playas
We the rhyme

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

I speak divine of God theories, no need to be
Always exhale the 'cause I don't inhale lie
the greater man's game, to bounce 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
Much too complex, EFX be live Das
Making moves down South, to avoid the

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

I haveta send to real money makers
Do not connect us with champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't even

I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another brother these delicacies
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, 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 a drink

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

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

Take a dive like Greg 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 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, I predict

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

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

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

Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the
I don't worry on what you run or what section of earth
You reside, you're not a man
So I don't deem it mandatory, taking pride

But I will 'cause my man says, for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try it right
That's understanding mathematics
Which the currency in temporary world status

And when one shows, he threat to this one
This one will make that one into
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play
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
Yeah and 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 another brother cook these
See can't another brother cook delicacies
See can't another brother cook delicacies

Ah, that's how, that's how I'm to do my thing, huh
Like it, alright
how we do it, all the way from 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 girl MP, yo, she's nonstop

And to that crew Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to that nigga Pop Life, yo, he's
And to my Fudd 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, 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 know nonstop
And yo, Litro, yo, he's

And to, my dean The Green, yo, nonstop
And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, 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 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 the inner city
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