Luyện nghe bài hát The Music of Business

(Xzibit): Yea. what I'm talking about
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): The homie John John up in this
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a service announcement
for all you ass rappers
(Ras K.): that?
(Xzibit): They think because a nigga's rapping
with a label him, it's all great
(Ras K.): Yep
(Xzibit): It's day pimps and hoes going on

Ask EPMD, rap is out of control
Cause hip-hop glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all brawl for lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna take into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at gate waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in infatuation (really)? up off me
Kiss my ass. Then up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, baby's mama clown you
Your family down's you. want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. Don't do
Ain't gone be shit. So its quits
Two video's later, she's on dick (Bitch)
your albums selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to her friends: "That's my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the cake
The business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and
My BMI/ASCAP placque rap track
my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same shit back
Long sharks break legs. We break beats to state
And deals? That shit belong with a fucked up interest rate

(Chorus 2x):
(Parish sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): please..music please
(Other sample): "I don't why baby!"
(Xzibit): handle your business

(Verse 2)
sort of like the label is the devil:
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy
They make doe pimping the
Label mates: rats in the same rat race
The production company is the that you learn to hate
is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
And when your but po', you set your accountants office on fire
It's like this: loan you $1
For you to break even, they stack $10
When you finally one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
You skinny. They got plenty. The Before you see any
getting G's: big cheese.
No Vaseline fucking M.C.'s, "so freeze"
Call the police It takes a thief
everything you need to know about the record industry,
a chief.
'Cause labels is $300,000 deals;
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both crack kills.
Not very many, rappers see a penny
But double is two million units. CD's cost $20.
(Too true) So here's a
Somebody just make $40,000,000 and it wasn't you

(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you me so bad?"
(Parish sample): Music please..music please.
(Other sample): "I know why baby!"
(Xzibit): handle your business.

Want to know the between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause athletes, black actors, rappers, and thugs
all in the same bed together
Rich niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar
lifestyle: legal or illegal
It be us, swinging a fuck getting skeed up with peanuts
leads up to this: a high turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be to give fellatio.
MC's get the and fame.
Brothers essex floss a corporate card
and it to the rappers name
But the owners make all the real money
Just ask David Geffrey, Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate
And everything is based on the sales you generate
But hip-hop don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player hate
The rapper that went Pop. But before this, I never
Skills don't pay the fucking bills. Money do
Is you How nice I represent don't pay rent
The R&B ho who Theo on the radio buy your CD doe.
Rap be screaming they keep it real
but keep it fake on the
Pulling shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like Common "I Used to H.E.R."
Now I fuck H.E.R. with two rubbers

(Chorus: until end):
(Parish sample): Music Please, music please
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you me so bad?"
(Parish Smith sample): Music please..music
(Other sample): "I don't why baby!"
(Xzibit): handle your business