Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

We gone do it this
the A-T-L
All the way to the 305 MIA
Cocaine capital,
Yeah, the Boyz N Da

The is bitches
The I keep in my pocket
The niggas watchin'
know I'll be rockin' my watches

G's keep
They know I'll be to spot 'em
The N Da Hood
Strictly the product

My niggas get
I'm and chillin' in Pradas
a 9 to 5
We just do what we gotta

I'm in the Chevy
Everything runnin' is
come to close
'Cuz I'm subject to [Incomprehensible] my

We in the streets, in the
Who got the weed, got the
I got a couple
eat, fuck wit me

You want to see me pissed off, yeah
until my dicks off, Boyz N Da Hood
Nigga, this is riff

Now I rock a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it
Six lugs at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in
Crack rock cocaine, what we where I'm from
You don't me, nigga, come and see where I'm from

2 or 3 heaters dug deep in my bum
The police to keep the concrete on my palm
But I got to do
And I got to move, okay

But are playin' for 4 mil
You can get for 2 nigga and try to play me
And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes
And I mean the ones that your babies use

I know I talk about my a lot
But I too
Give me to nut up about
And watch me you

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the night time our is swollen, swollen

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, fuck and groanin'
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen

From dust to dawn, we posted up in project homes
Keep a tone, y'all want it bring it on
We'll creep up in yo home, hangin' by yo thongs
Say you's a gorilla, say what happened to Kong

We real makers and this is not ESPN
Welcome to the gutter, now the shit fest begin
Ain't no fuckin' Jack but I'm bakin' cakes
Plus my cakes triple, what that fag

Fuckin' just to stay awake, makin' sure I stumble
Granted till my statement look like social security numbers
Call us monsters, makin' cookie niggas crumble
Catch a double jersey number if you fumble

I'm tote the poll lock and load
Shoot you hear that bow
my time, speak my mind like I'm [Incomprehensible]
Got a country slang, baby, you can tell, it

You can kill too, a lot of us got them at us
Still keep a stankin'
'Cuz in the of the caine
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

Triple beam hand hanksty
Got some stain colored on the finger nail
Chrome black dished back up til I
Saw him walk a thin but it's not a fat red

I'm gone rap for these packed
crack, sells sex and blacks that want to stack mils
Smokin' on the purple
Runnin' in yo house wondering where the work is at

Hoes in the third, still hollerin' where the at
Phone in Atlanta, the family where they murked at
am, life's great, got the bacon soda
I'm cookin' pancakes, right

Where I'm nigga, I'm the man
Take him out, him down like a lap dance
I ain't playin', I got hella
Call my partnas then they got helicopters, that's
Just like my old job but a lil' different,

I to work at churches chicken
But now I cook my chicken to my own
A kitchen and a glass pocket
Try to rob if you want get ya ass

I about 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, moanin' and groanin'
Hit the block, get the truck rollin',
By the time our pockets is swollen, swollen

I woke 6 in the mornin'
Gotta get paid, fuck moanin' and
Hit the block, get the rollin', rollin'
By the night our pockets is swollen, swollen