Luyện nghe bài hát The Bizness

And, and up the track a little bit
'Cuz I, I'm here I wanna hear that boom boom, knowhatI'msayin'?

Yeah, yeah, you know the
Sense, soul with the De La
Get all them
We the rhyme

Huh and the bizness, hah
Gonna do it like
it hot
Like the Chicago

I speak divine of God theories, no to be high
Always the facts 'cause I don't inhale lie
Play the man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres, the houses, yeah, the

Of course, much greater than your Benx or your Lex
The engine to my is just too complex
Much too complex, EFX be live Das
Making moves down South, to the chaos

And flaunt the coin 'cuz dime-getters be gazin'
They call me Luther Van, say my style is so amazin'
I'm fazin' who're supposed to have the last laughter
'Cuz even when I'm gone, I'm reappearin' in the

I haveta send respects to money makers
Do not connect us with those sippin' money fakers
Taste the quarter pound spice from Chi-town
Now what that prove, you're so full, you can't even

I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another cook these delicacies
I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun

And I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think with a about how I'm gonna win
I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think a drink

Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna
Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna it?
Fabricated acrylic, I feel it, I'm the molester
I do a show, get P's like the Large Professor

In fact I get more hoes Tessa, peep game like a
in soul control of my
Destiny, in the best of out of five
anybody ass at NBA Live, rappers

Take a dive like Greg Lougainis his bitch-ass
Rather be in Bebe's alley, than at the with gators
Not a hater of the players, I'm more like a or an owner
I used to her but now I bone her

At one point in rhyme, I thought I my erection
But then I got it back with the resurrection,
rhymes, old man who called him traitor
Big Com Stradamus, niggaz, styles I

I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and think with a drink how I'm gonna win
And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't no other brother these delicacies

I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun
Walk the planet earth, making money, having fun
Walk around the earth, making money, having fun

I'm the most from the of the Eastern flav'
Droppin' more knowledge litter, on the New York pave'
It's me, wonder why, in the to be
Certified, as superior, MC

While others to make it hardcore
I make it hard for wack MC's to even inside the door
'Cause these is rhyming, some timing
And when we get to racing on the mic, line up to see

The lyrical killing, with stained on the ceiling
My escalates like black death rates
Over musical plates, being played as the
Kids thinking, to the Soul, you're labeled fools

Who claims to drop jewels but for now you do the
I worry on what crew you run or what section of earth
You reside, you're not a man
So I deem it mandatory, taking your pride

But I will my man says, Soul for the life
You cried, "Keepin' it real", yet you should try keepin' it
That's microphone mathematics
Which leaves the currency in temporary status

And when one shows, he posed threat to one
This one will make that one into
Simple equation, zero, you play hero
If you can't stand strong the island I'm from

Now I'm the P L U, the G to the One
Walk around the planet earth, money, having fun
Yeah and I'm the C to the O, M O N
I sit and with a drink about how I'm gonna win

And I'm the D to the O, the V to the E
And can't another brother cook these
See can't another brother cook these
See can't another brother these delicacies

Ah, that's how, how I'm supposed to do my thing, huh
triple it, alright
That's how we do it, all the way from Strong Island to
The of freestyler flow
Yeah, it's fluent and we need to flow no more

To my man Mos Def, yo, he
To my man Enola, yo, he's
And to my kin de Calhoun, yo, he's
Yo girl MP, yo, she's nonstop

And to that Camp Lo, yo, they nonstop
And to that Pop Life, yo, he's nonstop
And to my cousin Fudd Love, you he nonstop
My brother Lucky and Pert, yo, they

And to my man Joe Buck, you he nonstop
And my man Extra P, yo, he's
And my man Mike Divine, you know he
That kid called Paul, yo, he's nonstop

And to the Jazzyfatnastees, yo, nonstop
And my Beatminerz, man they nonstop
And to my man Mr. Bug, you you're nonstop
And yo, Litro, yo, nonstop

And to, my dean The Green, yo, you're
And to my man Paul, yo, he's nonstop
And to man Kid Capri, yo, you nonstop
And A Tribe Called Quest, man, they
And don't the Jungle Beez, yo, they nonstop

Let me tell you a little about Soul, tell 'em son
I be a of the East coast, so give a toast to
Plug Wonder, why in the day who soaked his words in jigga
So when I ran a phrase in June, you didn't it 'til December

I'm a member of them kids from the inner
Giving you kitties treats, you be aching for making
More than a pagan holiday
Not the PJ's, yet I still got something to say