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: Thug]
of hunnids, real big Bentley
Hublot, get some business
Whole lotta hoes, nigga get women, heh
Stuff 'er the pole, come and get your women nigga
Big business, shit Wendy Williams, ooh
Catch 'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, on
Big pimping, out my crew now my mission complete
Pimp C, I ain't that, I'ma fuck her on the sheets, yeah
And all my niggas loyal like Bun B, on
Fuck you thought? YSL till we d-i-e, hold on, on
Fuck around and set the off like Queen Latifah
on, hold on, yeah, going all out 'bout my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga door swinging like Bizzy B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)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 pointers in the sheesh (damn, woah, sheesh)
on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man tryna do it me, sheesh

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
me like you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh

[Verse 2: The Rapper]
I got on my card
Put money 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
me in my city like Cusack
Get a beat and I'll loop that
Get a money, I'll oop that
it with my niggas in the group chat
Left for a then I flew back
Had to ask Bruce "where the at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I can't ride the roof back
Tell 'em I don't play around other people's kids
Got an office in the
bid for the ribs
Got a at the Ritz
Gave a to my rib
'Cause she where I live but I see her in a min
Got a Michael prayer for the good luck, ay
Bra up when I pull up, ay
Got a little from the tour, yeah
Spend it all on baby ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you start acting too
Bought a baby Benzo and Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that brief
Time to shake down cheap skate
You could tell he's lying,

[Verse 3: Young
a nigga bitch tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
Bitch said need to stop got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me soup, I'ma let my bitch eat pasta
y'all niggas ain't stopping
Black in my wallet, I'ma feed my partner
I was at one of my shows like Cam'ron with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a capital, riding around the town with the pink Beretta
When I got in touch 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 nana
Young fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
nigga fucked around and ran out of bullets in the .40, got to get a banana
These young go brazy, done got that money, they 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 rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
your bitch sweet, she coming back

[Chorus: Chance The
Please,
Treat me you know who I am
Please,
I know who I am, uh