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
Common Sense, 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 speak divine of God theories, no 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 much greater than Benx or your Lex
The engine to my is just too complex
too complex, EFX be live like Das
Making moves down South, to the chaos

And never flaunt the coin 'cuz be gazin'
call me Luther Van, they say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' those who're 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 those champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the pound 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 cook these
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 with a 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 Or do you wanna 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 than Tessa, peep game a
Refa-ree in soul of my
Destiny, in the best of three out of
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live,

Take a like 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 to love her but now I bone her

At one point in rhyme, I thought I my erection
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 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 no other brother cook these

I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the earth, making money, having fun
Walk 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' more than litter, on the New York pave'
It's me, why, in the place to be
Certified, as superior, MC

While others explore to make it
I it hard for wack MC's to even step inside the door
'Cause these kids is rhyming, some
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 black rates
Over plates, being played as the rule
thinking, stepping to the Soul, you're labeled fools

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

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

And when one shows, he posed to this one
This one will make one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play
If you can't stand strong the island I'm from

Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun
Yeah and I'm the C to the O, 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 brother cook these
See can't another brother cook these
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 from Strong to Chicago
The type of flow
Yeah, it's fluent and we don't need to flow no

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

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

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

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're
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, you're
And to my man Prince Paul, yo, he's
And to that man Kid Capri, yo, you
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
Wonder, why back in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't catch it 'til

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