Luyện nghe bài hát The Music of Business

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

Ask EPMD, rap is out of control
Cause hip-hop glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Biggie Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz for lack of protocol
Now I'm gonna matters into my own hands, like masturbation
Another 39 suicidal rap is at gate waiting to battle with Satan
taking heads like decapitation (ching!)
Trapped in (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' the coffee
See, when you're and unknown, your baby's mama clown you
family down's you. Don't want your own kid around you
You ain't shit. Don't do
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 just my daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start acting they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut like the cake
The music business is straight
Jewish, Italiano, and
My BMI/ASCAP platinum placque rap
Bootleg my shit to japan. At Swap Meets, sell my shit back
sharks break legs. We break beats state to state
And record deals? That 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): Music please..music
(Other sample): "I don't why baby!"
(Xzibit): handle your business

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

(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.

to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and
all sleep in the bed together
black niggaz only kick it with other black people with cheddar
Same legal or illegal
It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up peanuts
Which leads up to this: a high turnover
Groupies turn tricks and be quick to fellatio.
get the pussy and fame.
Brothers essex floss with a card
and it to the rappers name
But the label make all the real money
Just ask Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
You don't get what you deserve. You negotiate
And everything is renegotiable based on the you generate
But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, 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 represent don't pay
The R&B ho who jock on the radio buy your CD doe.
Rap magazines be they keep it real
but keep it on the cover
Pulling shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like Common "I to Love H.E.R."
Now I just fuck H.E.R. two rubbers

(Chorus: repeats end):
(Parish sample): Music Please, music please
(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