Luyện nghe bài hát Big B's

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

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Outdated temporary tag on a B (Bentley B)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

Chance The Rapper]
Please,
Treat me 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 for my God, sheesh
3 mil off the new hat
If I go back, I make the two cap
Love me in my city like
Get a little beat and loop that
Get a money, I'll oop that
Split it with my niggas in the group
Left for a minute I flew back
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Had to ask "where the truth at?"
Now I ride with the roof back
'em I don't play around with other people's kids
Got an in the steakhouse
bid for the ribs
Got a meeting at the
a trip to my rib
'Cause she where I live but I see her in a min
Got a prayer card for the good luck, ay
Bra push up I pull up, ay
Got a little money the tour, yeah
it all on baby pull ups, ay
Big old Bentley, bitch I mix the with the Simply
Lemonade exterior, under Bentleys
Put you in the zone if you start acting too friendly
Bought a baby Benzo and Kenzo just for Kensli
Wake up real but I eat late
Go and hit the streets with that case
Time to shake down cheap skate
You tell he's lying, cheesecake

3: Young Thug]
Make a nigga tap out
Then put you in the fours with a real big
Bitch said nigga need to got 100 racks on me
Can't fit in my
I'm a street nigga, I'ma eat me some soup, let my bitch eat pasta
Told niggas ain't stopping
Black card in my wallet, I'ma feed my
I was at one of my shows feeling like with the pink Margielas
We was tryna beat a murder capital, riding around the town with the Beretta
When I got in touch with the money, me and shawty around and filled my schedule
Momma just sent me a picture got in my family through my God damn nana
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 blue faces on me right now, young nigga still gamble
35 racks for the factories, I steal
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,
me like you know who I am
Please,
Bitch I who I am, uh