Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

[Intro: Thug]
Big
Like the opp say big business, you what I'm saying, fucks
Yeah, now me

[Verse 1: Young
Handful of hunnids, big Bentley
Hublot, get some business
lotta hoes, nigga get your women, heh
Stuff 'er with the pole, and get your women nigga
Big business, talk Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my complete
Pimp C, I ain't doing that, I'ma her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal Bun B, hold on
Fuck you YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, hold on
Fuck and set the bitch off like Queen Latifah
on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated tag on a Bentley B (Bentley B)
Two tone wire bag, double R, it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires tear up the streets,
at your kid, I might be the papi (sheesh)
65 in the Cuban sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
Diamonds on the backside up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it like me,

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got money on my
Put some on they books, that's a yard
I declare war on the beast for my God,
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city Cusack
Get a little beat and loop that
Get a little money, oop that
Split it with my niggas in the chat
Left for a minute then I flew
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride the roof back
'em I don't play around with other people's kids
Got an office in the
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
she leaving where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a little from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, Lorenzos under
Put you in the friend zone if you acting too friendly
Bought a baby and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets that brief case
Time to shake down another cheap
You could tell lying, cheesecake

3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga tap out
put you in the fours with a real big body
Bitch said nigga to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, I'ma let my bitch eat
Told niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma my partner
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron with the Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town the pink Beretta
When I got in with the money, me and shawty fucked around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got Indian in my family through my God damn
Young nigga fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID
Young fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got that money, still might pop
So many blue faces on me right now, young still gamble
35 for the factories, I steal mammals
I ain't no nigga, I teach ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your bitch sweet, she back

[Chorus: The Rapper]
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh