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 motherfucker
(Ras K.): Yea
(Xzibit): Mr. X to the Z with a public announcement
for all you ass rappers
(Ras K.): that?
(Xzibit): think just because a nigga's rapping
with a label him, it's all great
(Ras K.): Yep
(Xzibit): It's modern day pimps and going on

Ask EPMD, rap is still out of
Cause hip-hop plus glocks = Scott La Rock, Tupac and Smalls
I figure y'all niggaz brawl for lack of
Now I'm gonna matters into my own hands, like masturbation
39 suicidal rap is at heavens gate waiting to battle with Satan
Rassassination: taking heads decapitation (ching!)
in infatuation (really)? Back up off me
Kiss my ass. Then wake up n' the coffee
See, when you're broke and unknown, your baby's mama you
Your family down's you. Don't your own kid around you
You ain't shit. do shit
Ain't gone never be shit. So its
Two video's later, on your dick (Bitch)
When your selling, she "Don't Worry, Be Happy."
to her friends: "That's just my babies daddy!"
And sadly, niggaz start like they shit don't stink
But wait: you getting cut the wedding 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 same back
Long sharks break legs. We break beats to state
And record deals? That belong with a fucked up interest rate

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

(Verse 2)
It's sort of like the label is the
R&B, Pop, Gospel to Heavy
They make doe the ghet-to
Label mates: rats in the same rat race
The production company is the nigga that you to hate
Management is your crimy. Your is your liar
And when your but po', you set your accountants office on fire
like this: they loan you $1
For you just to break even, they $10
When you finally make one dollar, your profit is 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 police chief? It 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 know kills.
Not very many, ever see a penny
But double platinum is two million units. CD's $20.
(Too true) So a clue
Somebody make $40,000,000 and it sho' 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 don't why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just your business.

to know the relationship between hip-hop and drugs?
'Cause professional athletes, black actors, rappers, and
all in the same bed together
Rich black niggaz kick it with other black people with cheddar
Same legal or illegal
It be us, swinging a three fuck getting skeed up with
Which up to this: a high turnover ration
Groupies turn tricks and be quick to fellatio.
get the pussy and fame.
Brothers essex floss a corporate card
and charge it to the rappers
But the label owners make all the money
Just ask Geffrey, Barry Gordy, Russel, or Puffy (ching, ching!)
Business? You get what you deserve. You negotiate
And everything is renegotiable based on the you generate
But hip-hop fans don't buy albums, and, then again, tend to player
The rapper that went Pop. But before this, I knew
Skills don't pay the fucking bills. Money do
Is you stupid? How nice I represent pay rent
The R&B ho who jock Theo on the buy your CD doe.
Rap magazines be screaming they keep it
but keep it fake on the
Pulling shoe and clothing advertisements. No wonder
Like "I Used to Love 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 know why baby!"
(Xzibit): Just your business