Luyện nghe bài hát Bitches s & Bizness

We gone do it this
From the
All the way to the 305 MIA
capital, nigga
Yeah, the Boyz N Da

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

G's knockin'
They know be shootin' to spot 'em
The N Da Hood
Strictly the product

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

I'm in the Chevy
Everything runnin' is
come to close
'Cuz I'm subject to my chopper

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

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

Now I a lot of ice 'cuz I'm keepin' it slum
Six at the bottom, lockin', keep 'em in tone
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 tryin' to keep the on my palm
But I got to do
And I got bricks to move,

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 some baby
And I don't the ones that your babies use

I I talk about my niggas a lot
But I too
Give me something to nut up
And me shoot you

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

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

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

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

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

I'm gone the poll lock and load
Shoot you hear that bow
my time, speak my mind like I'm [Incomprehensible]
Got a slang, baby, you can tell, ain't it

You can kill too, a lot of us got feds at us
Still a stankin' kitchen
'Cuz in the midst of the
On the way, the crack smell durin' the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I woke 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,