Luyện nghe bài hát Handle Ur Bizness

Check, check,

Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams have now fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your have now been fulfilled, back out your steel

the rawdog feelin'? An author like Terry McMillan
The cat that, maniac, my fam dark as death in than a minute
(The stop spinnin')
The Rapid Firing Squad, keep on mix fire and loud
(Hard to kill)
And bombs, arms, look, we all for it
It's the dutch herbalice, gallon drinkin' alcoholics

Walk through your toughest pack of with my chain out
Kept it real ever since the jam came out
'First Family' turned whole rap game out
Sheisty individuals tryin' to wipe my out

But they don't fuck around 'cause they know I back thing out
And try to mark 'em off when the gun ring out
And in the Myst of black, kid try to wipe they name out
And keep on dubbin' till I a fucking spring out

ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, can't get your grip, can I get a
Ghetto people, your dreams have now been fulfilled, out your steel

You motherfuckas better up
(They did)
Who that? The '87 stick up
(We're back)
I'm that your focused on the side
'Cause on me and my mad niggaz die

Is this hip hop? Hell no, is war
I've been trying to tell you that [unverified] rocked some hardcore
You listen, see gee, I'm on a mission, look be
They gonna find your ass

since me and Fame came, we maintained
A strange, but a game
(That change)
The real ghetto bad shit for blastin',
Those that ain't my fashion I'm mashin'

(Retality's real)
ill, when your stash in my path
Then your stash is a raw deal, get gat
(Clap, clap, bucka bub bub bub bucka bucka)
Blow, blow, get the back

Handle ur bizness, can't get grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your have now been fulfilled, grip your steel
Handle ur bizness, get your grip, can I get a witness?
Ghetto people, your dreams now been fulfilled, back out your steel

Face mine I'm here, dog its' all clear
Rap jewels put it on my from a snare
Then the wanna doubt The Kid who this whole fucking shit?
Trying to make somethin' out of it, explode quicker than mines

M.O.P. tapes make and cause landslides
Bump this in Lex coupe or your Lex hoop
Danze, 'em, twenty-one gun salute
(The Crew)

How many niggas with me? A hundred niggaz gunnin' with me
(This few, to shoot)
Firing Squad, draw blood on the at point-blank range
Deliverin' the penalty, ain't nothing but the slangin' out hollow slugs

(Nigga)
Anti-love keepin' it
(Thug, let 'em today)
I'm best for leavin' 'em stretchin' like Doc Holliday, salute