Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

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

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

G's keep
They I'll be shootin' to spot 'em
The Boyz N Da
Strictly distribute the

My get slizzard
I'm smokin' and chillin' in
a 9 to 5
We gone just do what we

I'm in the Chevy
Everything is proper
Don't come to
'Cuz I'm to [Incomprehensible] my chopper

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

You don't to see me pissed off, yeah
Fuck until my dicks off, N Da Hood
Nigga, is riff ruff

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

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

But y'all are for 4 mil
You can get for 2 nigga and try to me dude
And I'm gone put yo ass in baby shoes
And I don't mean the ones that your use

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' to stay awake, makin' sure I never stumble
till my bank statement look like social security numbers
Call us cookie monsters, makin' niggas crumble
Catch a double digit jersey if you fumble

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

You can too, a lot of us got them feds at us
Still keep a kitchen
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the smell durin' the intermission

Triple beam hand hanksty
Got some caine stain colored on the nail
black dished back up til I [Incomprehensible]
Saw him walk a thin line but not a fat red

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

in the third, still hollerin' where the purses at
Phone in Atlanta, ring the family they murked at
6:45 am, life's great, got the soda
I'm pancakes, that's right

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

I used to at churches chicken
But now I cook my chicken to my own
A fork and a glass pocket
Try to rob if you get ya ass shot

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

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