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

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

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

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

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

I send respects to real money makers
Do not connect us with those champaign money fakers
Taste the quarter pound with spice from
Now that prove, you're so full, you can't even 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, 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 with a drink

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

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

At one point in rhyme, I thought I lost my
But then I got it with 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 drink about how I'm 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
around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the planet earth, making money, fun

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

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

The killing, with stained egos on the ceiling
My rhymes escalates like death rates
musical plates, being 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, your pride

But I 'cause my man says, Soul for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it
That's microphone mathematics
Which leaves the currency in temporary world

And when one shows, he posed threat to one
This one will 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
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun
and I'm the C to the O, double M O N
I sit and think 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 cook these delicacies
See can't another brother cook delicacies
See can't another brother these delicacies

Ah, that's how, that's how I'm to do my thing, huh
Like it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to
The type of flow
Yeah, it's 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, he's
Yo girl MP, yo, she's nonstop

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

And to my man Joe Buck, you he nonstop
And my man P, yo, he's nonstop
And my man Mike Divine, you 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 know you're
And yo, Litro, yo, he's

And to, my The Green, yo, you're nonstop
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's
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 of the East coast, so give a toast to
Wonder, why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til December

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