Luyện nghe bài hát The Music of Business

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

Ask EPMD, rap is out of control
hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for of protocol
Now I'm gonna take matters into my own hands, masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at heavens waiting to battle with Satan
taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass. wake up n' smell the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's clown you
Your family you. Don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. do shit
gone never be shit. So its quits
Two later, she's on your dick (Bitch)
When your selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
Bragging to her friends: "That's my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting like they shit don't
But wait: you getting cut the wedding cake
The business is straight Mafioso:
Jewish, Italiano, and
My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap
Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my same back
Long sharks break legs. We break state to state
And record deals? That shit belong with a fucked up rate

(Chorus 2x):
(Parish Smith sample): Music Please, music
(Color Me Bad Sample): "Why you me so bad?"
(Parish sample): Music 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 Metal
make doe pimping the ghet-to
Label mates: different in the same rat race
The production company is the nigga that you to hate
is your crimy. Your lawyer is your liar
And when your but po', you set your accountants office on fire
It's this: they loan you $1
For you to break even, they stack $10
you finally make one dollar, your profit is Andrew Jack-son ($20)
You skinny. They got plenty. The Before you see any
They G's: big cheese.
No Vaseline fucking M.C.'s, "so freeze"
Call the police It takes a thief
Here's everything you to know about the record industry,
a chief.
'Cause labels is doing $300,000
Blowing coke smoke up my ass, but we both crack kills.
Not very many, rappers see a penny
But double platinum is two million units. cost $20.
(Too true) So here's a
Somebody just $40,000,000 and it sho' wasn't you

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

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

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