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, come and get your women
Big business, talk Wendy Williams, ooh
'em at the club sipping, fuck around they missing, hold on
Big pimping, iced out my crew now my mission
Pimp C, I doing 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
Hold on, hold on, yeah, going all out my dog like Scooby-ee
And a nigga trap door swinging like B, woah
Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)
Two wire bag, double R, park it on the streets, yeah, hold on
Two tone wire bag, big tires up the streets, rwar
Looking at your kid, I might be the (sheesh)
65 pointers in the Cuban (damn, woah, sheesh)
on the backside tearing up my skin, sheesh
Uh, your old man do it like me, sheesh

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

[Verse 2: Chance The
I got money on my
Put some money on they books, that's a
I war on the beast for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
me in my city like Cusack
Get a little beat and loop that
Get a money, I'll oop that
Split it with my in the group chat
for a minute then I flew back
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask Rahm "where the at?"
Now I can't ride with the roof
Tell 'em I don't play around other people's kids
Got an in the steakhouse
Gotta bid for the
Got a at the Ritz
a trip to my rib
'Cause she leaving 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 money the tour, yeah
Spend it all on pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the Henny the Simply
exterior, Lorenzos under Bentleys
Put you in the friend zone if you acting too friendly
a baby Benzo and some Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up early but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with brief case
Time to down another cheap skate
You tell he's lying, cheesecake

[Verse 3: Young
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours a real big body
said nigga need 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 eat pasta
y'all niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my
I was at one of my shows feeling like Cam'ron the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding the town with the pink Beretta
I got in touch 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 fucked 'round, dropped out school, learned it all through the ID channel
Young nigga fucked around and ran out of in the .40, got to get a banana
These young niggas go brazy, done got money, they still might pop
So many blue faces on me now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I mammals
I ain't no rapper nigga, I ya
I'm a big dog, no pedigree, I eat
Boomerang your sweet, she coming back

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