Luyện nghe bài hát Big Business

Mi casa es su
Mi es su raza

Kid

This is big business, me?
Yeah, you can't no for a answer

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

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Can you feel it, nothing can ya
For this is the season for stackin the

Chasin my chips till my days
Hit a million dollar and split it three ways

I'm in pursuit of them hundred big faces
Wrapped in bands in em bulletproof briefcases
understand automatically
One squeeze of the cause tragedy
Casually fucked around and got your whole mad at me
My strategy: enemies mathematically
will kick your head off slow, you ain't as bad as me
50/50 - half gangster, hustler
One side's about my business, and the side's a muthafucka
So when I creep, I crawl, I'm like
Fuck are you, bitch-made, I you with my switchblade
Razor, got the h-k the laser
Slid the enterpriser, a 99 black blazer
I shot straight at
Thousand suite, layin low at the peppermint casino
I been a player before I had
And now I'm steak and crab and fuckin bad bitches

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

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