Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

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

Yeah, yeah, you know the
Sense, soul with the De La
Get all playas
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
exhale the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the greater game, to bounce off my losses
So I can the acres, the houses, yeah, the horses

Of course, much 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 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 supposed to have the last
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm in the after

I haveta send respects to money makers
Do not connect us with champaign sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter with spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, 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 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?
acrylic, I feel it, I'm the style molester
I do a show, get Extra P's 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 out of five
Whip anybody ass at NBA Live,

Take a dive Greg Lougainis with his bitch-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the click with
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 I lost my erection
But then I got it with the resurrection, blessings
Upon rhymes, old man who 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 about how I'm 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
around the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun

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

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

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

Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the
I worry on what 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 'cause my man says, Soul for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try it right
understanding microphone mathematics
Which leaves the currency in world status

And one shows, he posed threat to this one
This one will that one into none
Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't hero
If you can't stand strong like the island I'm

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 brother cook these delicacies
See can't another cook these delicacies
See can't another cook these delicacies

Ah, that's how, how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
triple it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Island to Chicago
The type of flow
Yeah, it's fluent and we need to flow no more

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, she's

And to crew Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to nigga Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you he nonstop
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 Mike Divine, you know he
That kid Baby Paul, yo, he's nonstop

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, you're
And my peoples Beatminerz, man they
And to my man Mr. Bug, you know you're
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 Tribe Called Quest, man, they
And forget the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop

Let me you a little something about Soul, tell 'em son
I be a piece of the East coast, so give a to
Plug Wonder, why 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 kids the inner city
Giving you kitties audible treats, you be aching for
More money a pagan holiday
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say