Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi raza es su

Kid

is big business, understand me?
Yeah, you can't take no for a

to the world of big business, lives get broken and made
You're walkin barefoot in a room of razorblades
We're playin catch with a grenade
Cause you faggot niggas caught
Spread you all over the
the walk, talk to nobody
Spark the chrome
Whenever they run up on home, gotti
Gangsta, gangsta, read all it
Xzibit get your whole crowded
And to capacity
You had the audacity
To some problems with the x man
Lift you off your with the back of my left hand
Learn one of hard lessons
You negotiate with a weapon
When it's fully loaded and
Hollow shot
Next to the firing pin, with the hammer ready to
I you off, so accept the loss
Crack open some olde that's covered with frost
And it's like

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Can you feel it, can save ya
For this is the for stackin the papers

my chips till my last days
Hit a million lick and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of them hundred dollar big
Wrapped in rubber bands in em briefcases
Please automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your family mad at me
My subtract enemies mathematically
Frost will kick head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
- half gangster, half hustler
One side's about my business, and the other side's a
So I creep, I crawl, I'm like swiss-made
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I slice you my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k with the
Slid the enterpriser, a 99 black blazer
I shot at merino
Thousand suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before I had
And now I'm eatin steak and crab and fuckin bad

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I don't give a fuck not one of y'all
Disrespect this here, nigga, it's clear I'm gunnin y'all
When night falls, nah fuck, flies a kite
I take like delta, nigga, helter skelter
Who the fuck could you call to ya
Nigga, health couldn't help ya
Put the 's' in spit, bust tightest shit, never felt ya
Could you picture in the same room when I let these off
Two rivals, suicidal, take the and squeeze off
But you do it, I take the heater and shoot both your knees off
Let him suffer, get enough of, I'm rougher
Go get my ammunitions and paper, nigga, cause a habit
Let off on ya in a 600, or call em rabbit
Is it tragic how the automatic made you like a asthmatic
Static, what's that? that shit get up in my fabric
I'm bitches and beamers and my chips
And I'm keepin eyes on em schemers when I dip, bitch

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